The journey is in the eye of the beholder.

I can not justify my vacancy. Others have an explicit purpose in maintaining my absence, but I refuse to listen. Breaking free from their arrest, I have found, once again, the courage of my voice. Fuck agendas.

You call me out. Not surprising, as you are all too intelligent to consider blind continuance. Perhaps I shall perceive a familiar face these next few days. Ask and I will listen; I just need to know it is you. As you have surmised, I am not always certain who I will be.

You write of the misadventures of the hearing aid and accessories. I presume in order to provide a premonitory tale. I do concur; but I am not in the league of which you describe, and I do not deserve similar adulation. Your fears flatter, but I do not always feel worthy of their potency. The absence of mine leaves little dust upon that road.

p.s. the key to “Life…” choose every fourth word to find the meaning.