[Gallagher]

There Are Many Things I'll Talk About, But This Isn't One Of Them

There are days when I doubt myself. Oh yes, I know how I seem. I know what people say, when they point and whisper like children. I may play it off most of the time, but you still feel it. And oh, those days where I slip, even when it surprises you, you knew it was there all along, waiting. I knew it, too. Do you believe that?

I fear I'm growing bitter. I find myself wondering if there's such a thing as love, only to realize nothing else explains how I feel. And yet... There are those days. Those days when it threatens to overwhelm me, and I wonder... How can this be real? When we live in a world of finite resources, how can I suffer from something so vast, so endless, so eternal?

Perhaps it isn't what I think it is. Perhaps this life I lead has left more scars than I've been aware of. Perhaps... you've already seen them, and I've been the blind one.

It seems, in my quest to know the world, I've forgotten myself. Ironic, isn't it? All I seek are chances to help others, and to continue refining my talents. If I had known such a simple dream could bring such misery!

... No, I don't suppose that's fair. I wish I had known I could grow distant from something I always enjoyed. I can only pray that, should I be lucky enough to find my passion once more, I'll be strong enough to bear it.