I am not in pain, nor do I lack the ecstasy of joy. I have the necessities of life, and excess to feed my voracious vices of man. My problems are not even worth noting, yet they antagonize me so. It is not the struggle of anxiety, of the physical exhaustion where my eccrine glands would release the salt water perspirant, but my hippocampus is divided. As if it were a jigsaw puzzle, put together with half of the pieces belonging to a different picture. There is the base nature of my mind, desiring to scale, to carpe diem, to break the atmosphere with the sheer height of my ascension. To ignore all taboos of this world, for my dream to trample the destiny of others. No empathy for feelings, condition, stature, morality...
But this towering ambition is devoid of mortality. My other half, my compassion, my character, to not be lured by vile temptation. Of course, I can not change the cards in the hand delt by God, nor shall I fold. If one thing is absolute, it is how I play my hand, my choice, my will. That I will be not one half, but whole. That in my solemn vow, that my dream not be unrelenting, that while strong as nature my will shall not be an avalanche that destroys the path and those on it, but to be constructed like a train. Held unto the tracks, but going any distance and allowing for any to join on. For I am not slave to my humanity, buy my verdict is slave to my will, and mine alone.
