The Grey Guff: II

A life of loneliness at one point seemed very much on the cards. Not in a sad, bitter way, but a self-imposed dedication to a pursuit seemed to be leading me to that.

To make dreams reality they had to become goals, but those dreams seemed utterly unattainable unless approached alone. It is in these pursuits that as people we have to become selfish, single-minded and driven, sometimes in the nicest, most innocent possible sense of all those words.

But lines can become blurred, perspectives may get distorted and emotions retreat to total numbess. People met on your path are often precisely that, people you met on your path, past tense. Attachments are not something you crave. Inspiration is taken from wherever you can source it and once that dries up, we move on to a new place, a new idea, a new person.

It took a while to see that my perspectives had altered dramatically since walking my own road toward achieving this dream. Stopping to look back on where you've been, how far you've come, and what you have to show for it is terrifying. I think it is at this point that either your ambition carries you further down the road, further away from what you called home, further away from the people you called friends, or the thing that made you stop to think in the first place is enough to keep you where you are.

Something about that place, that person is different from anything you have ever encountered. It, he or she has the ability to make your dreams change, to restore your purest and truest perspectives, to re-ignite the emotions that seemed doomed to numbness, to make you question your happiness. It is at this stage that you realise you are living your wildest dream, you have reached what you were looking for, and from that day on, your pursuit is only to supplement the dream you have already reached, and to start off on that road in the company of something or someone that you love.