Think of this world, breathing possibility and innumerable chance, waiting for you to change the face of your humanity, waiting for you to pick up your capacity and carve something beautiful. Think of the chances of emotion and adventure and achievement, think of the thrills that lie just beyond the initiative. Look at the great conquests of your kind, why would one shun the beauty that we have strived to create, to articulate, to captivate, and to hold, even if for the shortest of moments? These moments will come and flee in a heartbeat, and leave you with heartbreak and one slurred, concise reverie that will hopefully fuel adventures to come. Do not let the absence of your momentary exaltation burden you; you were meant to rise again, you were built to persevere, you were created to live! Breath the air around you, and do not settle for anything other than immortality. Emblazon yourself on your past, present, and the future that is yours to mold. The only sin in this world is mediocrity, and the only entity you insult with such is yourself. Wake up and make a masterpiece, do not let excuses rob you of your happiness. Do not deny the progression you were created to engender.


(Listening to "One I love" by coldplay)