Why am I alone?
How am I able to stay away so long?
Do I get lonely?
The answer is that there are days I feel like an adventurer, and days I feel like an exile.
There are days I look at myself in the mirror and ask, do you really know what the fuck you are doing?
And I don’t, but that’s never stopped me before.
I think about what I’m sacrificing; moments with my best fiends, gaps that are widening, bonds breaking, I’m not there to hug them through their heartbreaks or cry them through their victories.
Is this worth it?
This half cocked idea of world ATS® that will keep me roaming for several years?
I don’t have that answer, and I don’t need to have it.
Because I see things like this: