The End

I'm going to start with the ending because I think you have to know that it all ends up all right. Not just this story, all stories. Not just my life. Your life too. I think you need to know that. It ends up all right. It reminds me of that hypothetical but supposedly incredibly thought-provoking question, "What would you do if you knew you couldn't fail?" Maybe it's not so hypothetical, maybe it is more than thought provoking, maybe it's the truth. Either way, the truth that I am sure of is that this story ends up all right. And I know that you need to know that before we even get started, otherwise you might be inclined to turn away from the screen, or the book, or whatever.

Yea, I think that's a good start.

Oh, good rule of thumb for writing - never really be sure of yourself, your words, your phrasing, just let it flow through you and reserve all judgement. Don't let yourself get too self-congratulatory. True, if you don't do it for yourself, not many others will either, but still. Creative expression doesn't come from a person so much as it comes through them, and it's not our ego's to own. It's creation's. It's all of ours. The credit, if any should be given, belongs to everyone.

The demons that we fight, that I have fought, the demons that I have battled in my life have been created, born, rather, of my fears. As in any truly deeply heroic struggle, we battle ourselves most of all. The war we wage is against who we could be, who we ought to be and who we are. When I speak of who we are, I'm speaking of the truth of ourselves - who we are when no one is looking. Who we are when there isn't anyone around to impress, or to protect, or to protect ourselves from. Because that person, is always battling in those other situations. It doesn't like to be silenced, it doesn't like to be ignored, and it gets very scared that it will never get to come out and play in the real world. And those fears make it turn into the only enemy you cannot defeat.

Of course, the purpose is not to defeat. Nor is to be defeated by this You that is the truth of you. The purpose is surrender. There is a better word, but that sums it up as best as I can. Perhaps if I had read more, studied harder, learned a different language - I could come up with something more tangible, more meat and potatoes.

I tell you of the true You, and of the true Me and of the personal battle between the fears of all that is because it's part of this story. And again, you must remember, it turns out all right.