I do not know why the paths I have followed have led me to here and now. I have seen darkness and I have known the light. I have worked wonders and destroyed them all in the same breath. My journey has seen me lost, wearied, tired and cold. Loneliness, regret and lost hope have been my only friends. Then in a moment the world crystallizes around me, every facet shimmering with it's own beauty, and I know hope. The roads have been twisted, overgrown. Sometimes circling the same patch of ground for eons in a timeless rut. SOmehow I moved forward.
Onward, outward and then finally inward, walking the confines of my own soul. I met a man there, a man of truth and honesty. A man I had long thought dead, yet here he was. That man was myself a fellow traveler I had long since left behind. I embraced and saw myself as I truly was, saw what I had become. I battled my demons and sought escape, but how can you escape yourself? I found myself asking if I was worth the trouble, was I so wasted as to have left myself to die? Yet strength I did not possess bore me outward, pushed me beyond my means.
I found myself and regained him, as ally, mentor, and guide. I know now that wherever my paths lead me I shall always carry some guilt for what I was. I will always strive to be true and honest. I will do my best to repay the ones I had hurt in my travels.
I finally found my way home.