Simple title eh?

none of the usual emo ridden metaphors I'm usually making. I suppose it's Thomas D's Wish from Run Lola Run - (AWESOME MOVIE)

So... strength is improperly measured in my society in Canada. A lot of it is strength of endurance, and ability.. when there are a lot other factors that are lost. If one's depressed, that person has the strength to carry on.. if one's downtrodden, he has the strength to smile at the rainy weather and dance, and dance well!

A writer without any talent continues to write, whether it's to all our woe or not, there's a conviction there that's disregarded. I find all of this irrefutable proof that we're bound to our passions as much as we love them, even if we're terrible at them. So, do I say I'm terrible at writing? No, not at all, only that it has bound me to a contract, signed in blood, and no angels were present at the time, to my knowledge.

So, how does this figure into my current struggle against myself? Well, I need strength where I haven't found it before and I believe I can find it here. In the rotten depths of myself, it lies there, untapped and unbidden.

Consider all of this with the notion that your conventions, morals, and boundaries you make for yourself ultimately limit your true understanding of this idea. Break out of them
For I have to, and I want you all on this journey with me.

-Luke-