The Forge

Arriving at Grove City College for a second year has, as it were, awakened in me a sense of life that was gone a week ago, such lack the basis of my decision to hold up on the posting. Audrey had a valid point--that The Forge is as much for me as it is for anyone else--and hers is a point that i myself encouraged previously (see 'the emo complex').

Nevertheless, The Forge was doing as little for me as it was for the friend i mentioned. I don't want anyone to imagine that my decision to stop posting was due to a reliance on outside support for motivation; i have gone much of my life without anyone clearly supporting what i've been doing, and have no problem with pursuing a course of action without support so long as i feel it's the right thing to do. Sometimes that leads to my undoing, but often it doesn't (and even when it does, there's always a lesson to be learned).

It occurs to me that saying i'm changing my mind today would be rather pathetic (it being but a week since i made the decision) and besides, my mind hasn't changed: the forge does need to be reborn properly, and i do need to figure out a direction for both it and my life before i can make any sort of progress at all.

Yet there's that voice in the back of my head that's been screaming ever since i stepped foot on campus grass. It's saying "screw this. i want to write!"

So i'll tell you what. I figured out a way to compromise, a way to maintain the scattered humanity that the forge has been while creating a filter for people interested only in the uplifting aspects of my writing. It's not ready for an official unveiling yet (i want to actually format a bit, rather than deal with these stupid presets), however i can say that the empyreal forge is going to be a bit more like my ideal blog than this forge has been.

That's it for now. Except maybe i'll recommend that you check out a band i recently found called "The Morning Of." Their song "Reverie" is incredible.

-Adam