The Wanderer, the Juggler

I am destined to wander, in search of ideals that are never meant to be. I am the Juggler, a balancer of acts who precariously teeter on the edge. I am a Mustang, a spirit of the Cimarron, never to be tethered, to be cooped in the cages of reality. I am the Rebel, rebelling against the constricting rules of society. I am a Fighter, battling against the wheels of fortune, of fate turning, turning. And I am the Mage, a magic-user of the mind and time, of the Will and Fate. I shall control my own destiny, and fulfil my Quaser despite the constant deluge of sorrows. For Sorrow is my strength. At my nadir, shall I rebound with greater strength. I am the Will. And I shall dictate everything in my fancy.

The Time is Nigh

The time is finally here for me to make a stand for whatever I stood for, the insistent call to the grave, to embrace my ever-lasting peace. The Time is Nigh, I say, and nothing stands against my way. I shall complete what I have left unfinished 15 years ago, something which I should have done so long ago. I shall bring my years to a close. This week, I hope.