Time To Leave Neverland

I have labored under the delusion that as I change, those around me change as well, and just as progressively. I have felt that as age and new experiences have brought wisdom, enabling me to become a better person than I was yesterday (or yesteryear, as it were), that this same increase in age and experience has affected others, thus enabling them to become better people than they were one, ten, even twenty-five years ago. I realize now just how wrong that hypothesis is, simply because I am looking at this the wrong way. Not everyone is going to share my philosophy of right and wrong; not everyone will adhere to my morality, defining good and evil as I do. I am 46 years old, and in regard to my personal growth vs. the growth of those around me, I have remained a "Lost Boy." It is time to move on, though. It is time to leave Neverland. Some friends and acquaintances eventually fall to the wayside as I understand that to revere them as I had always done (out of nostalgia's sake) serves no positive purpose in my life. The same holds true when forming new acquaintanceships and friendships; I tend to hold the newer individual to a more rigorous standard than the previous, simply because I know in the end that individual MUST make a positive impact on my life. So it is with some sadness that I say good-bye to the woman who is more afraid of being alone than she is of continuing in a loveless marriage where she is cheated on almost daily; it is with sadness that I say good-bye to the person who--year after year--psyches himself up because he knows THIS is the year he is going to win the Publisher's Clearinghouse Sweepstakes, making him a millionaire overnight; it is with sadness that I bid farewell to the arrogant prick who had obediently followed the path his parents set him upon, marrying a woman he did not love just so he could say, "I married up and improved my station in life," while dropping the riff-raff that was his friends because she did not approve; it is with sadness that I bid farewell to the individual who believes his age and experience has brought about a wisdom so esoteric in nature that only other like-minded white supremacists can fully grasp its significance; it is with much joy that I say good-bye to the person who's jealousy has caused him to despise me at every turn, who has looked at me and asked, "Why you?" when he should have been looking at himself and asking, "Why not me as well?"; and finally, it is with much joy and anticipation that I say good-bye to my albatross. I will not look back, I will not shed a tear. My future is lies before me, and my focus remains resolute. Good-bye Neverland. Good-bye Lost People. Even I can admit that the negative influence you each became has changed me for the better.