So today I just left my company that I spent the last 4+ years building. It was a nice run, but I have to move on with my life... It's weird leaving a company you started. I feel like a mother abandoning her child. You want it to grow up strong, and crush skulls, but you just can't be apart of its' development anymore. I may have physically left, but I checked out mentally a year and half ago.
One thing I learned, and I guess it was probably my final great lesson, if there is even one... If you're not happy, change the circumstances, PERIOD. No amount of money in the world is worth misery...
My Farwell Blabble:
inb4 tag rape... oh wait. I did that already...
Carry on...
One thing I learned, and I guess it was probably my final great lesson, if there is even one... If you're not happy, change the circumstances, PERIOD. No amount of money in the world is worth misery...
My Farwell Blabble:
There is nothing more beautiful in the world than finality. Knowing a path is closed forever, there seems to be something beautiful if not magical about it. It makes you feel more alive knowing that in the end, everything must end. Makes every moment even more precious than the last.
In the end though, even those that have wronged you, loved you, and even have drawn swords against you, none of it matters, cause we will all end buried in the same ground, forgotten for ages. 100 years from now, they might remember some of us. 500, they'll only remember a couple of us… And in a 1000… well in a 1000 years from now maybe our children's children might read a paragraph about this brief moment in time.
Looking back, It seems foolish now, half the things I did, and the other, down right stupid. But one thing I can say… if they don't remember anything we did…We were here… even if it seems like it was a blink of an eye in the course of time. If I survive these next few moments… When I rise again, from the ashes of the past… I can promise you this… I will not take any prisoners…
till we meet again on the battlefield, I say farewell…
In the end though, even those that have wronged you, loved you, and even have drawn swords against you, none of it matters, cause we will all end buried in the same ground, forgotten for ages. 100 years from now, they might remember some of us. 500, they'll only remember a couple of us… And in a 1000… well in a 1000 years from now maybe our children's children might read a paragraph about this brief moment in time.
Looking back, It seems foolish now, half the things I did, and the other, down right stupid. But one thing I can say… if they don't remember anything we did…We were here… even if it seems like it was a blink of an eye in the course of time. If I survive these next few moments… When I rise again, from the ashes of the past… I can promise you this… I will not take any prisoners…
till we meet again on the battlefield, I say farewell…
inb4 tag rape... oh wait. I did that already...
Carry on...