be the blade of grass burning in the sun, drowning in the rain, trodden upon, cut down again and again, coming back, still growing constant green through all seasons, emulate this to live
I can't see the finish line, but I know where this race ends, what lies between here and there is mine, I want it to be the best of me for you, I want to be strong, able, capable of doing all you want to, these choices I make - what I give up now - they are for you
what is more valuable than silence, the opportunity to melt into its nothingness, allowing your thoughts to explore their depths, stretching themselves to their furthest limits; can you ever know yourself if you never know silence
