Say that thing you want to say.
　　　　Try that thing you want to try.
　　　　　　　Do that thing you want to do.

　　　　　　　　　　You can only find out too late that you don't get another chance.
　
　　　It is our birthright to live our ideas and dreams.
　　　The limits of this reality only exist to challenge us
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　in how much we actually believe in them.
　
　　　We are only not yet gods
　　　because we are to understand first
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　what it truly means to live, breathe, and die for something.
　

　　　　　　　　　　　　Enough of just existing. Join me in living, won't you?
　
　
　
　
　　
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　

For your sake,
may you never fully understand this,
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 though maybe it would best that you did, someday.
Sometimes it seems the whole world goes all quiet and it's waiting for me to say something, anything at all;
　　 please, I don't want to speak alone.
But when I speak my piece, I find only the void staring back at me; no matter what I say, no matter how best I try, fate stares me down blankly, daring me, almost, to do more. All it seems to ask of me is more, more, more...
　　　　　　　　　 what more can I do?
So I try, I try to live; to live, is to love
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 and the price we pay for love is grief.
You’d have a heart of gold, too, to break it, over and over, and mend it golden each time; what else can one hope to do to continue?
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 What will be left of the original as I keep trying to hold it together?
Nobody is coming to save us. Will you fight with me? To stand and fight, fight like hell; from this point on, it'll only get harder. Si vis pacem, para bellum.
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 Memento mori. 　　
In the dark night of the soul, I will find myself...
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 ...and then I'll come back, whole, and show this world what hope has done, and what beauty it can bring. 　
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
... sorry, let's try that again ^^;