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I never really wanted to go on a mission
how could I go out and preach something that I don't believe in?
My brother is out doing it
why shouldn't I go?
The day my brother left is the day that my life really started
It crushed me into thinking for myself and I soon began to doubt everything I was brainwashed into believing
I need an escape
I need an escape from the heavy expectations of a religious family
I need an escape from people who make my decisions
what I need is a dream
And that dream is iceland

Iceland

This dream of mine

It started small

Ever so gradual

It grew into something

Something that won't be a dream

but a reality

It has grown into something that is no longer an interest

but a passion

My next destination: Iceland

"Á silfur á
Lýsir allan heiminn og augun blá
Skera stjörnuhiminn
Ég óska mér og loka nú augunum
Já, gerðu það, nú rætist það"

"On a silver river
Illuminating the whole world, and the blue eyes
Cut the starry sky
I make a wish and now close my eyes
Yes, do that, now it comes true"

I remember those nights

I remember those nights where we would go to Betos to get food at 2:00 in the morning. I remember when we would crash on the couch watching Family Guy. I remember when you would want to take a drive with me, even when we had no where to go. I remember how much you convinced me to go get McDonalds with you, even though I was behind on my math homework. That math homework isn't important anymore. Do you still remember those moments? That was back when you were still here, and I want to let you know that the void still hasn't been filled. You were my best friend, you were there for me, you were almost a part of me.

You will be back.

But that day. The day that you will be back. It seems a lot longer away then it actually is.

It doesn't feel like you will be back. The emails just don't feel real anymore. They are just words without a face behind them. They are as empty as I feel.

I just need to know, do you remember? Are your memories of us as vivid as mine? Do you hold them as close as I do?

I know you remember. I saw it in your eyes. I felt it in your tremble. I heard it in your voice, I heard it in your voice when you said "Goodbye".

I thought I had stitched the scars shut, permanently

But the blood began to ooze through the stitchings once again

It's a pain that I had wished to forget

But somehow it found its way back into my life

Now I sleep with my eyes open, again

The forgotten miner

Nostalgia

I was the hero of my story
I had my stick
No
My sword, I had my sword sheathed on my back
I had endured many tests and trials to prove myself a true hero
I finally proved worthy to wield the sacred sword
The sword that can fell evil with one swift stroke

My journey through my backyard
No
My journey through the 5 countries on the continent plunged into darkness
I fought my way through countless armies
Finally strong enough to face the dark god herself

I finally entered the christmas tree farm behind my house
No
I finally entered the tower of the gods to face evil herself
Just one man, to save the world
Me

I entered the tree farm
No
The chamber where she waiting for me. Waiting to kill me
I had gone too far to fail now, everyone was depending on me
We engaged in a fierce battle

I attacked swiftly by swinging a blow with my stick
No
My legendary sword
He dark magic was strong
But in my young naive mind, I was unstoppable
After hours of a fierce fight, I was going to deliver the final blow
I was going to save the world

Come in, It's time to eat

Ok mom

I dropped my sword never to pick it up again.

I have accepted defeat

How to not care

If you're anything like me, you once wanted to please everyone. You lied, you went out of your way to please. You never did anything for yourself. And to anyone who still does that, I'm sorry. I'm sorry you can't let go of what people think of you, because you can't please them all. Someone will always end up hating you. I'm sorry that you can't walk into the middle of a bustling mall and breakout in dance without any music just because thousands of people who don't give a shit might just think you are weird. The secret to life is to not care. Not to not care in a sense that you have no one close to you. Don't care what people think. Be yourself. And if someone tears you down for being yourself, they aren't worth it. I have learned a lot from my best friend. He is the one who taught me not to care. I used to be that kid who wouldn't dance because I was too self conscious. I used to be the kid that wouldn't talk to anyone because I was too afraid that they would look down on me. He has changed me and influenced me more than can imagine. And for that, thank you.