Closure

In my walkabout, I find myself having to shed the familiarities that people expect of me, the way I spoke, reacted, walked, dressed. I have moved on, somehow, and the things that I used to enjoy no longer interest me. It appears not to make sense but I have taken on a different path some time ago and I no longer want to look back anymore. There was a story of how a group of people's decisions were affected by just one person. It just doesn't make sense because at the end of it, then what?