“A true man hates no one.”



“There is no such thing as accident; it is fate misnamed.”

To think I used to accept things as fate.. Good or bad outcomes. Planned or unplanned for. I thought, “That’s just how it is. I couldn’t change things anyways. Why bother? If things are meant to be, then they’ll happen.” Or I would just adapt to the situation. Flexibility is something I’ve always valued.

But yeah. Try to force-feed me fate now. You’ll have to clean up the vomit. I’m only eating what I think tastes good.

“I can no longer obey; I have tasted command, and I cannot give it up.”

Let the rebellion rise. I will squash any riots.

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“The best thing about the future is that it comes one day at a time.”

Day by day. Week by week. I feel like people are always looking forward to the end of the day. Or looking forward to the weekend. Or looking forward to “Insert future date here“. As if they will suddenly enjoy the future. This isn’t a bad thing. The future does hold hope. But you will never experience the fruition of that hope living like that. It is temporary. It will pass. It will fade. It will be blown away like a wisp of air. You think you’re grasping happiness and joy when that day comes. And then it flees from you. H. O. P. E. I get that. I have that. What am I not getting? What do I need to have? What do I need to learn?

Dear Will,

    1. Hope is good. But there will come a day when something greater replaces it. And on that day, if hope is all that gave you happiness and joy then something is wrong. And you know that. So start living like it.
    2. You wonder why power is not given to you. The power to accomplish your hopes. You don’t understand the point of hope. You don’t understand what is greater. You don’t understand what will endure.





“Courage is like love; it must have hope for nourishment.”

You are all three. People are unable to provide me with what I need. And I am incapable of providing other people with what they need either. I crave the recognition that only you can supply. Yet I turn to these lesser things. I am starving.

“An army marches on its stomach.”

You have served me healthy food to eat and yet I try to hunt for it myself in a barren forest.
You have set before me clean water to drink and yet I lap my tongue at the desert sands.
You have given me royal clothes to put on my back and yet I try to wash my dirty rags with sewer water.
You have built a heavenly house for shelter and yet I gamble within a den of thieves.

You have given up your infallible crown for a starving beggar and yet he strives to win bronze medals for himself.

You provided me with the precious opportunities I so desired and yet I squandered them like a fool and treated them like trash. And now I feel lost and starving.



“To build may have to be the slow and laborious task of years. To destroy can be the thoughtless act of a single day.”

Unfortunately, there’s no manual or guide to follow.




“I’m just preparing my impromptu remarks.”

Questions and Answers.



“Now this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.”

So break the laws of time.



“Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts.”

However much there is, gather it all up. No need to count how much is left. It’s time to continue. For that is all that remains.



Too many thoughts. “If only…”
Too many mistakes. “What went wrong?”
Too much pressure. “What could I do?”
Too many deaths. “For each I must write an epitaph.”
Too many excuses. “It’s their fault.”
Too much false hope. “Am I blind?”
Too many questions. “Not enough time.”
Too much pain. “I’m in shock.”

Too many defeats. “2 defeats too many.”

“Death is nothing, but to live defeated and inglorious is to die daily.”

Too many thoughts. “If only…”



“If you’re going through hell, keep going.”

Like that bunny. Except I’m a turtle. I’m pretty sure I’ve got plenty more left in the tank than some bunny. Bunny. What a weird word.