I scribbled this on a napkin at the coffee shop the first week Logan rescued me from the Grunge:
“Stuck On The Edge Of Nowhere”
I feel like I have been cast out to the edge of nowhere! As if I have been abandoned to the land of the forgotten to live the rest of my days in disappointment, as a fading memory to be lost in the stream of time. I don’t know why I was put here. I don’t understand why this punishment was meted upon me, but I am at the point of despair.
Day after day, I go through the motions of existing, each moment trying to figure out why I was put here and how can I redeem myself to be returned to the land of the living.
And then I remember, at one point, the place I was had been the Edge of Nowhere. And as the world grew, the Edge of Nowhere had its boundaries pushed out further until I was in the Middle of the Living. Therefore, it will only be a matter of time and patient endurance before this Edge of Nowhere will have its boundaries stretched and I will, once again, be in the middle of living!
I am not on the Edge of Nowhere! I am at the beginning of a New Somewhere! It is my task and duty to do my best so that when this Nowhere becomes Somewhere, I will be ready and established!
Because, this is really not a punishment. It is a preparation!