Didn't go through hell and back just to stand in front of a door.

Man dies the way he was born: soft, weak and helpless. Death, the one certainty in this universe of chaos, can be both a tragic end and a release from suffering, It can come as an unexpected twist, or as a beautiful, crowning counterpart to a live well lived. The curse we face as humanity, the only living beings in constant awareness of death, is our inordinate focus on the fact. How much happier is the life of the gazelle that escapes the cheetah's clutches, thinking that it evaded death once and for all, than the poor soul living out his days knowing each step inches him closer to the void!

Only one with chaos within can give birth to a dancing star.

Be alone with my thoughts? Near on unachievable these days.

Some people are only nice because they're afraid of getting hurt. Or 'cause their religion tells 'em to be.