Something tells me I shouldn't be writing right now...

...But the Gods allowed it.

I can't say that my sins won't come back to haunt me, either in this life or the next. Then again, you can't say that I didn't live life to the fullest. Aside from vice, there would be no greater sin than to live your life only half of the way, never realizing your full potential.

I was told Wednesday that I live a life that many people only dream of aspiring to. I suppose I can't argue. This morning that same friend told me that he wished his life was somewhat like mine. There was a point when I would have told the person to look deeper and rethink what they were wishing for. Because at that point in my life, I was a mess. But now, I know what I have to do, know what I have to be thankful for, and realize that regardless of sin, my name is written in the book of life. For what it's worth, there are things in this world you can never understand, never know about unless you were there, and those, the ones in my life, are what I live for.

To you I say goodbye, because your name is written in a book, but it's been scribbled out and erased as of recent. You couldn't find it in your heart to appreciate what life offered, and so I'll wave to you through the clouds of the Elysian Fields.