Once again I have returned to writing, I did so in my youth once oh I was some much younger then stronger to and more sure of my path but now I do not know and I think maybe I do not wish to know but life no matter if I am lost or not goes on, although much faster for some like the humans with their ever so short lives so long it takes them to mature and then so quick is their decline.
I think that maybe that now I am dying, after all these years but still it will be slow so drawn that out my life will be as I am now even at over three hundred middle aged. Again I will return to my self reflection and what I should do, I could stay in the mines my entire life chiselling at the rock or maybe I could write philosophy and join the monks or maybe a group of scholars..I think though that I will not be satisfied with either for I am not satisfied with my nations place in this new continent, I could not just plainly sit and watch as all the trials of my kin came to nothing but still how would I get into politics as politics is the only way I could change anything, I have little power I am an elder aye but still that gives me little leverage. I think I will write more later but now I must return to mining for I have little else to do.