I want to stop caring about how others view me. If only for a minute, I want the world to care about how I see it. I feel that nature sometimes does, everytime the sun set's over the moutains, or the moon blooms full, that's the moment it is trying to be beautiful for only me. I am the one who see's it, I am the one breathing in the oxygen shrouded in hope. Me. A selfish man with selfish dreams, tearing along a path no one could possibly survive. If I fail, then it's me failing, if I win, then I own myself. Owning yourself is a power few can relate too. It's freeing, but still I care. The world owns me, but not for long. This is my stand, this is the now, the forever, and the only thing that matters. I am me whether you like it or not, a semi painted pallette of colors, waiting to be filled in. Knowledge, strength, wisdom, these are the things that fill my mural.
-"The strong take for granted that which beauty compares." Timothy Ralston
