there is only one found worthy.



“How often do these nightmares come? Who are the wolves in your head?”

I thought that I warned you about the woods; the pain they caused me, the life it took.

“How often do these nightmares come now? You should let the past stay dead.”

“I’ll burn these fucking woods, I’ll start the goddamn fire. Just to try and save you from the wolves that got you dire.”



“All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. That’s how far the world is from where I am. Just one bad day.”

“I’m not a monster, I’m just ahead of the curve.”

“See, madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push.”

“You know what I noticed? Nobody panics when things go according to plan. Even when the plan is horrifying.”

“I believe whatever doesn’t kill you simply makes you.. stranger.”



Do you know what the beautiful, pearly white sandy beaches are made up of?

There is an animal, the parrotfish, that devours and crunches on living corals and poops out the remains. And there you have it!

“When every trace of you is lost, I will remain.”

You need to find a way to rebuild.
You need to find the strength to stay afloat.
You need to find whatever is left and gather the bits and pieces.

The wind scatters the sands and you need to remember the process to reform into a solid rock like you once were.



“I knew a sailor once, got tangled in the rigging. We pulled him out, but it took him five minutes to cough. He said it was like going home.”

No one cares about the man in the box, the man who disappears.

“Take a minute to consider your achievement. I once told you about a sailor who drowned.”

Yes, he said it was like going home.

“I lied. He said it was agony.”

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“Kill it. If you have to. It’s the only way to become what you were meant to be.”

When did I become so publicly emotional?

“Let the past die.”

I have so much.. anger.



“I’m being torn apart. I want to be free of this pain. I know what I have to do but I don’t know if I have the strength to do it. Will you help me?”

I’m so sorry. I wish I could admit that I gave it my all. Then there might be peace.

“I gave you everything. And it’s a beautiful crime.”

Was your integrity really worth more than success?



I’m so confused. This.. is how it ends?

Do you know how fucking terrible it feels to put a whole year of work towards a goal, be less than an hour from reaching it, and then it collapses?

To feel like you are being sabotaged by everyone while you pour your heart into it?

“That just goes to show you you’re nothin’ but a Whiskey Delta!”


I wasn’t strong enough. Was that the problem?
I wasn’t patient enough. Was that the problem?

I believed in myself. Was that the problem?

I wasn’t enough. Was that the problem?

“In preparing for battle I have always found that plans are useless, but planning is indispensable.”


American Sniper (2014)


“There are three types of people in this world: sheep, wolves, and sheepdogs. Some people prefer to believe that evil doesn’t exist in the world, and if it ever darkened their doorstep, they wouldn’t know how to protect themselves. Those are the sheep. Then you’ve got predators who use violence to prey on the weak. They’re the wolves. And then there are those blessed with the gift of aggression, an overpowering need to protect the flock. These men are the rare breed who live to confront the wolf. They are the sheepdog.”

“Glory is something that some men chase and others find themselves stumbling upon, not expecting it to find them. Either way it is a noble gesture that one finds bestowed upon them. My question is when does glory fade away and become a wrongful crusade, or an unjustified means by which consumes one completely?”

“Did you finish it? Then you know who you are. You know your destiny.”



“Out of sight, out of mind.”

I hate you, brain. Go away, please and thank you.