It seems such a self-evident thing, that I, that we ,are alive and yet too often I fear, we easily forget that important but simple fact. It is so easy to forget that you are alive or at least to truly appreciate being alive. That every sunset is yours to see and every sunrise is yours to enjoy.
It is easy to miss the chance that a person who passes by can become an event and a memory, good or bad, to break monotony of passing moments. Those wasted moments, those hours of sameness are little stretches of death within lifes moments.
We are all dying, every moment of every day. That is the inescapable truth of existance. It is a truth that can paralyze us with fear or one that can energize us to find a memory in any action.
That is the meaning of life, I have come to understand. But that understanding brings misery. There is no escaping death. But I can be patient and convince myself of the best. For to brood upon my fears, I would defeat life's purpose.
But I do not wish to die. Or at least, while others hold hate for me. The point here is not death, or life, but to contemplate what has happened here. I do not wish to waste my life, fearing my fears. I am already banned from the NetDragons Website and I do not wish it to remain like that. I know Mr. Wexler will hear of this mis-hap. That is not the reason I am sorry, though. It is my conscience that makes me repent. My conscience, mind, and heart. I am truely sorry and beg for forgivness. My letter was not the appropriate way to handle this situation, and was also way to harsh.
Just think of this event like this.... you will always carry the memory of Dager and the Wolfpack. I am very, very sorry. I had forgotten about others feelings and beliefs. Please forgive poor, old Dager.