Everyday I come to the same conclusion. The harder you try the faster you die. The faster you die the sooner you go and when you look back at life you'll wander the road that you took and wonder the why as to why you went the way that you did. As I wander the road I look forward with anticipation and look back with remorse. Never again the same mistakes will I make is always in my mind and all the time in my mind I look to the future. As I make the past the distant past and and struggle to make the future the destination I want it to be. My struggles are real but they seem pointless for in the end the destination is always the same. As it grows nearer I wonder what the final destination will be. How long will it be before I reach it and what consequences will be bestowed upon me for the life that I've lead.

Once upon a time in  dark forest lived a King. The King of the dark forest. He was a good King but he liked things very dark. One day things got so dark the humble people could not see. They begged the King to return light to the forest however he would not. In despair the people called upon the one person they thought could overthrow the King and return the light. The humble merchant named Merchant. Being a merchant Merchant's life depended on the light so he knew what he had to do. He grabbed his trusty sword and headed off in the direction of the Kings castle. Once he came upon the castle he scaled the 160 foot wall and silently sneaked into the kings quarters. "Yes" yelled the King as he spotted Merchant lunging towards him. "Restore all the light." Yelled Merchant. "Never" said the King of the dark forest. "Then I will behead you" yelled Merchant. "Behead me indeed" yelled the King. Once Merchant had the Kings head cut off all light returned. The moral of this story is don't get burned.

I feel today I made a personal gain. I rose from the ashes and became one with the others. We fought to our deaths and when it was over I looked back at it all and knew there was no way I could ever do it again. The time had passed for regrets and I myself had none. The short trip between the two lives was brief and unpleasant. I was here now in my new world with new people and I can't say it was any different. Everything seemed to be the same as before, the only difference being me.