Exiled

Exile...
When a path ends, finding a new path is not always the easiest thing to do.
When you find yourself forced to look at your own history, at your own fallibility, you must face that which you have done, and that which you have become.

It is clear now that the main reason for this exile is me. 
It is as much a choice, as it is a natural consequence of what has happened over the years. Too long have I wandered without aim and without accepting the consequence of the choices I have made along the paths trodden.
I have let down many, I have hurt plenty, but most of all, I have hurt myself, and let down my own desires and dreams. 

It is what it is. Now I must face what lies ahead.

There is no desire to sail west any longer, for akin to the Avari, I do not think my path leads there. Why would it? No, I will fade in time, just stop being a part of this world, from one moment to the next. I do not look forward to my spirit leaving, but I look forward to it having left.

So now the path is one of the exiled, those without land, without kin, without family and friends. A path of solitude, well deserved.

Taking the first step isn't the hardest part, realising that you need to take that step, is.
I now know.