Life, we learn too late, is in the living, in the tissue of every day and hour

Sometimes it’s healthy to rise against and say this is me and the damned world can go to hell

Our hearts are drunk with a beauty our eyes can’t see

For you, I was a chapter. For me, you were the book

Feelings come and go like clouds in a windy sky // Conscious breathing is my anchor

In the name of the best within you, do not sacrifice this world to those who are its worst. In the name of the values that keep you alive, do not let your vision of man be distorted by the ugly, the cowardly, the mindless in those who have never achieved his title. Do not lose your knowledge that man’s proper estate is an upright posture, an intransigent mind and a step that travels unlimited roads. Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark, in the hopeless swamps of the approximate, the not-quite, the not-yet, the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish, in lonely frustration for the life you deserved, but have never been able to reach. Check your road and the nature of your battle. The world you desired can be won, it exists, it is real, it is possible, it’s yours.