satisfied minds

when a man moves from a dark place to one filled with light, it is freedom.

freedom from the weight of expectations and the chains of convention. in the light everything looks vivid and beautiful. yet always on the horizon you see the clouds. the good times don't last. and you ask yourself 'why?'. then you brace yourself, hitch your collar up and trudge on towards the next brighter horizon.

but then comes a time when there isn't a brighter horizon ahead of you. it is no longer worth fighting the darkness. and you never want to go back. ever.

live fast die young. burn fast but bright. shining as the sun. and go not with a whimper but with a bang.

god help me, i understand.

rest in peace, old friend.