I finally like myself, at last I like myself.
We all have the potential to move the world, and the world is ready to be moved.
Reality is only just a word.
I want the fact that I existed to mean something.
I've got nothing against selling out, but just let me do it for something that matters. Not so I can be Number One With a Bullet, as it were, but so I can leave this world feeling like I made a difference.
I'd rather make a mistake than do nothing.