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All is dust.
Fade away, return to dust. I shed my fears and throw care aside. I'll worry what people think about me tomorrow, when I am sober.
I tell myself, that tonight, there is cause for celebration. Every time I've been home, unshackled from the worrisome thought of being inferior, things have gotten better for me. I should dedicate myself to things that I am good at, and where my weaknesses are, I should be content to wait, grow and learn. In those areas, in that aspect, in this particular area - I take instruction, adapt to climate and become better as a result.
I take hold of my life and I see my surroundings morph and warp to fit my ideals. I tell myself "this is what I want for myself" and now it is so. I do not fight against destiny with will alone, it is exhausting to do so. I do not struggle against what is already bigger than me. I realize now; that fighting is tiring and it made me worse for wear.
Exhaustion does funny things to a man and I was driven insane with the notion of fatigue.
In the wake of my actions, coupled with the knowledge learned from the brink of expiry, I know now that all is dust.
You are but an ephemeral thought.
Fade away, return to dust. I shed my fears and throw care aside. I'll worry what people think about me tomorrow, when I am sober.
I tell myself, that tonight, there is cause for celebration. Every time I've been home, unshackled from the worrisome thought of being inferior, things have gotten better for me. I should dedicate myself to things that I am good at, and where my weaknesses are, I should be content to wait, grow and learn. In those areas, in that aspect, in this particular area - I take instruction, adapt to climate and become better as a result.
I take hold of my life and I see my surroundings morph and warp to fit my ideals. I tell myself "this is what I want for myself" and now it is so. I do not fight against destiny with will alone, it is exhausting to do so. I do not struggle against what is already bigger than me. I realize now; that fighting is tiring and it made me worse for wear.
Exhaustion does funny things to a man and I was driven insane with the notion of fatigue.
In the wake of my actions, coupled with the knowledge learned from the brink of expiry, I know now that all is dust.
You are but an ephemeral thought.