This life, it is a strange one. On one hand I have family nearby. My home is here now. I feel as if I am without purpose. I am a leader, a warrior. I've never been known to be good at talking. How am I to lead people back to me, if I do not know how?
In the olden days, people just believed. Now. Now is different.
Perhaps I complain too much. Perhaps I shall learn more of this world instead of just observing it, believing I will go back home. I am not used to this plane. I should, perhaps, get used to it. Maybe then I will understand.
Or maybe I think too much in these hours, when I have little else to do.