Meaning grows in the mind, but the shape and form of the act remains.

It takes a deep commitment to change and an even deeper commitment to grow.

If only all the contradictory voices shouting in my head would calm down and sing a song in unison, whatever it was I wouldn't care as long as they sang without dissonance.

Life is to be lived, not controlled, and humanity is won by continuing to play in face of certain defeat.

And the mind that has conceived a plan of living must never lose sight of the chaos against which that pattern was conceived. That goes for societies as well as for individuals.

...and yet I am what they think I am.

What and how much had I lost by trying to do only what was expected of me instead of what I myself had wished to do?