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Change, the most essential of the unpredictable elements of life. Through change one grows, or perhaps recedes. It is a cruel mistress of sorts, one can never know what to expect of it. Will you blossom, or fade? Will you reach to the stars, or recede within the earth? But regardless of doubts, worries, or fears. It goes without saying that the moment one ceases to change, they themselves become obsolete. The world changes, constantly, second by second, minute by minute, and it is cruel to the existence of those too set to change, to adapt.

Good morning, everyone, Deus is still around.

When last I wrote in this journal, I spoke of the depths to which we all, ultimately, shall sink. The cold waters that in many ways represent the world, life, as a whole. My perspectives have not changed, not in the least. As is apparent, however, it seems I have cheated my fate a while longer. I have allowed myself the chance to change, and I'm doing all in my power to embrace that chance. There are wounds, scars, and memories which I shall never forget. Regrets and experiences which have molded me into the entity I am today. I can't honestly say I wouldn't change some of them, right some of the wrongs, and salvage what I can of my mistakes. But the past is a stone monument, paramount to the existence of who, and what we all are.

I'm working to embrace the present, with a steady eye casted to the future. I've made some new memories, experienced new things. Some good, some bad, and some far too familiar for my comfort. It's the familiarity that worries me most. If it is true that the past is a phantom that ultimately works to the present, then I fear I may experience the same wounds once again. And so I try, with all that I am, I try. To be different, to let my experiences be my guide, to choose the right ways, the right paths.

Even if those phantoms seek to exist once again, things can never be an exact replication. People, places, hearts, minds. They are all different.

The past, a marbled monument, wraiths of time writhing and twisting around it. I'll not let you stand so tall, I'll not let you cast your shadow over the present and future. You've had your sun and moon, and whether it be the light of day or night. It no longer belongs to you. The present, the future, my present, my future. I'll decide where they go and what becomes of them, I'll change, no matter what the world throws at me.