Choose. You can choose.
I don't know what's been happening, but at least now I know that I don't know. You know? A year ago, I was so fearful - so anxious about what I didn't or couldn't know. I tried not to think about it so much so for months, I've been ensconced in this ''filler arc'' in my life. I think I needed one so I could rest and recover from the mental, emotional and spiritual torture I'd just come out of. But in that rest and recovery, I got vengeful. I got bitter. So I let my entire view of existence as I knew it go to the gutter: living the life of a principled man didn't matter to me anymore because it didn't seem to save me from what I was going through. I let it carry on, I let myself go. I was saying and doing things that a younger version of me would be mortified to find out. It wasn't as simple as that, though - I could hear it in my own conscience that something had gone very wrong and I was taking the wrong path to right a wrong don...