Ramblings: A Year On

I'm now sitting in the club room that used to be mine, 3.30am, alone on the first night of the annual camp. Exactly a year ago, I was sitting in the exact same place. But I had a name to myself then. Now I'm nothing, just a normal person. My words have no weight, my presence causes no concern. A year on and I have fought, fallen and learnt. I have naught but experience. This isn't the life I wanted. But sitting here has showed me that my time is over, at least in this place.

I used to struggle with retaining power after stepping down from any position. But today, I realise why some people don't cling onto their past. Former glory is but former. Time speeds past and then it is a year on. And all I can do is look back and then face forward.