Often we treat certain aspects of ourselves as junk, having no value. We try to throw parts of ourselves in the garbage. But a human being is an ecosystem, and everything in that system is of value to the whole.

Those who don't try never look foolish.

Are people born wicked, or is wickedness trust upon them?

And Goodness knows The Wicked's lives are lonely Goodness knows The Wicked die alone

Excuse me, there's no pretense here. I happen to be genuinely self-absorbed and deeply shallow.

Some things I cannot change, but 'til I try I'll never know.

Its time to trust my instincts, close my eyes and leap