Log Entry 2: Focus

12/12/2024

In these past months I've been using my energy reserves recklessly. I'm learning new languages from other worlds and taking piano lessons from an old explorer. Right now he's teaching me "Somewhere Over The Rainbow." Other than that, I've been on barnacle duty - scraping the bottom of some space vessel in exchange for a pocket full of credits. Not bad work.

Doing all these things, it's like I'm searching for something. I've got to find it and I don't much care how hard it will be to get to that place. I feel empty and restless. I don't even know if rest is what I want anymore. But I'm readied and aimed; now I'm firing myself into the unknown.

I'm going to rise through the clouds like I'm returning the lighting that struck me down, ascending though sheets of storms and blasting through the fields of Olympus. This Starship may not survive but survival has never been my goal. I need to make myself into something; I choose to do that. I choose not to let it end in this place that has wilted me beneath its boot. 

I just need to focus a little more.