sometimes you have to do the wrong thing to do the right thing. I know that sounds entirely ambiguous but it is the duality of choice that can create the necessary repercussions. I believe that a good person knows their place, and in knowing ones place they may come to fulfill their destiny. It is my imperfection that leads me to resentment. How can one survive when the happiness of a friend is outweighed by the woe in ones heart. How can one justify themselves in being so out of difference with the will of their loved ones? I submit to you they can not. It is cancerous this taste of malcontentism, and so to spare you I remain claustrophobicly silent so that only in my dreams do the terrors that sunder my mind seek abode. If I have ever been your friend it is now that I act so relieving you of a burden to carry on my own. You are free like the wind, a force never seen but always wanted and forever envied. Though my sails are without your blessing , i have since then forced myself to row on into whatever may come. Just remember that when my time comes that my wishes be honored and that a pyre at sea I become. I pray to my gods that you are well.