The ramblings and ingenious philosophizings of a Victorian Otter

After longer than I care to remember, I have completely freed myself of a cumbersome burden.

It’s painful, but I have to remind myself that is the pain that comes from overworked muscles suddenly free of a heavy load. I want so desperately to pick it back up but that would be foolish considering all the damage it has caused.

I disposed of a lot of its possessions in a fit of anger, which was dumb, but the truth is clean breaks are best. Blocked it everywhere so I wouldn’t get accidentally called or texted. I’m done with that horrible chapter of my life and I’m tired. I want to move away from this place and all the broken memories.

I’ve lost so much over the last few years. The only thing I’ve gained is wisdom and pain, patience and age. I’m done with humanity for the most part. I want to become a hermit and live far away and alone forever. Those are my goals for the future. The past is dead, I can only look forward and I can only live now.

So here I go again on my own, as the song says, some of us were born to walk alone. But that doesn’t mean we can’t have friends.

Goodbye burden. I hope our paths will never cross again.