My first post, the second time around.

Hello, friends.

First, I must thank you, my imaginary audience, for reading my expressions and postulations these past few years. It’s been unbearable, and I’m a terribly egocentric fellow, I know.

It’s been a while! Years have passed, friends have aged, crushes have come and gone. We’ve grown, you and I – but in that magical, intangible way, we’re still ourselves, and we’re still making that full circle through all the stops in life. Eventually, we all end up at where we started off, which is also where we’re meant to be; we find that our life isn’t a path at all, but an ouroboros – the serpent eating its own tail. We begin our lives small, wrinkled, and frail – and that’s (ideally) how we’ll be when the curtains are pulled shut on us.

Hopefully, someday I will become the person that I’ve always been. This could be referred to as fate, or destiny, or perhaps just a predetermined set of values ingrained into us from the moment of our birth, that we need decades to discover again.

Honestly, there’s an uncanny resonance between my life right now and what I’ve just expressed in the previous lines. I began this blog in 10th grade, and now, nearly three years later, I’ve returned. And as for Scrubs, well, I’ve begun watching that again also. Chet Baker’s still playing into my ears. I am of the belief that the things that are right for you, well… No matter where you go, whatever kinds of adventures that you embark upon, you’ll always return to the place that you belong, to be reunited with the people and things that you’re meant to be with.

I have quested. Ventured, into the sandstorms of the Horqin Grasslands, and the fury of seemingly bottomless despair. Mistakes, I have made. I’ve lost my identity, created a new one for me, changed people, and been changed. I have appeared on national television wielding a blazing gold truncheon. Gotten chapped lips, and quaked in my boots.

Squared off with anxiety, the ever-crafty foe… en garde!!

I like to refer to my life as a bildungsroman tale – I truly do see it as such! Jane, Pip, and Tess all have had their share of tribulations, but they always end up where they were meant to be. And they all end up with the right person.

And guys — I’ve found my right person. I guess it’s inappropriate for me to resume the moniker of “solitaryjohn” now, but I think I’ll keep it around for just a bit longer, just for nostalgia’s sake. Just like old times.

I’m here again, typing away into the night, typing for someone, anyone, no-one. I’m out there again, searching for ways to be productive with my life, to make it worthwhile. I’m conflicted over my future, as always. Nowadays, I’m debating between the virtues of animals and humans.

Just like old times, eh?

But this time, things are different. A few pieces of the puzzle have been placed in their rightful resting places. Options have opened, and others have closed their doors. Through all of this, I’m still relentlessly making my way back to where I started, and where I’m meant to be.

I can see the glimmer of my universe, it’s light pouring out through the living room windows.

I’m almost home, guys.