<P>Second chances are hard enough when you deserve them. Then there are the ones you don't.</p><P>Callie asked if I was ready. And that's the question isn't it? Ready for what? The spotlight? The music? Or ready for life. Ready to face the reality that what I was is going to attack the very fabric of who I am now.</P><P>No one knows I'm a different person. Well no one except the two most important people in my life which is why there's a remote chance I might actually pull off the comeback I never saw coming.</P><P>Then again that was before Holland Drake crashed into my life. I didn't ask for her. Heaven knows she didn't ask for me. But sometimes it's not about what makes sense; it's about accepting that not everything will. It's learning you have a choice when it feels like you don't. It's believing even the worst past can still have a future.</P><P>And sometimes it's none of that. Sometimes it's survival. A blind fight through the pain as you cling to any shred of hope you can find. And it's those moments those desperate pleas into the darkness for a flicker of light when you have no choice but to confront the blessing that often feels like a curse: You're still alive. You're still significant.</P><P>You're once again Luke Craven front man for Night Shifts Black.</P><P><I>Contains mature themes.</I></P>