Redenied

Long ago, I used to be someone of note in RPS. I was around a lot, talked a lot… it was a far different time. I was young and stupid.

I’ve grown now, though, and realize the time I spent here was pretty much wasted, if not outright harmful for my health. My own fault, of course—but that’s neither here nor there. What’s done is done, after all.

I’ve also spent a long time reinventing myself. Trying desperately to change myself into something—no, someone I can be proud of. Someone vastly different from what I became back then. It’s damned hard, truth be told. I wonder sometimes if I’m just wasting my time…

To whomever may be reading this: I wrote none of this for your benefit. I wrote this to remind myself of whence I came and where I’ve yet to be. Maybe a sense of closure as well.

As a final note: I hold no regrets, but if given the chance, I’d have never found this site. Ignorance is bliss, they say.

With my newfound wisdom, I’ve learned I’d much rather be happy than wise.