Drew this to calm myself down for a bit.
I have no clue if anyone actually looks at the things I post. Or let alone reads my rambling messages from the posts yet if anyone is, I thank you. I've been recently working on something nice for the people that actually care about the nonsense I throw out into the refractive void of time. A nice little story I've been working hard on. You know something to read while you're bored or just want to take your mind off things. It's mainly just being put together piece by piece but... I just hope you'll like it when it's ready.
The end of an era is never really happy or sad. We get accustomed to many of the words and feelings that accompanied the old Era that to see it go away represents us letting go of a part of us. All the memories then feel as if they are gone and will never be taken back. There's also the uncertainty that comes with something unknown that strikes fear into us as well as confusion and anger. It hits us so hard that we feel as if we though are falling hard without any help or guidance as to where to go. We lash out in anger, cry and act as if though the world is ending. Even if it's the end of an era that we may have thought was bad. No mortal being can predict the future, and even our best automatons and machinations can only give us their estimates of what comes next. Yet in the face of the winds of change there is a necessity to do one important thing. To forget who we are. To remember what we love and live for. The things that drive us to live another day. So that in the face of uncertainty we can remember what we stand for . And tomorrow will be that much brighter.