Second Life

Part 2

I did it.
I really did it.

I looked myself in the mirror last night and told myself what I felt about myself. We had a long chat, you and I. And I realized exactly what was bothering me: I lost my voice.

When I was 17, I was on top of the world. Why the freak was that? What did I stray to over 5 years? Where the hell did I go?

--That's exactly where I went. I went there and back again. Me and Dante, me and Bilbo. To see if I could do it all. I went miles. Years. Moments. Experiences. And I survived.

I took a journey, and that journey took me to the depths of hell. I lived a life that I wasn't to see what I was  missing. And let me tell you, hell's a scary place. Me and Goodman Brown, we walked with the devil for a time and realized who that old man was.

But when I got out of hell I realized hell isn't much different from life--I didn't realize that Heaven appears briefly and I don't take advantage of it like I should.

So when I looked in the mirror I recommitted myself. I realized that I need to enlist Pan's help in sewing my shadow back and Ariel's help getting my voice back. And as soon as I left that mirror to another dimension, I realized that the contents of that mirror had escaped into this dimension.
I got my voice back.
I got my shadow back.

The way I was when I was 17. That's me again. Cheeky, ballsy, daring, adventurous, optimistic, contagious, hopeful, possessing an inner strength, confident. That's who I am. That's who I was all along. That's who I was meant to be. So I'm returning to that life.
But I'm not just returning. I'm bringing all of my experiences with me. And I'm going to figure out how to apply them in the right way.
Me n' Eminem, Jay-Z, Marlon Brando, we're all actors here.

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