
「 With aching bones and shortness of breath, he sits on the numbingly cold concrete of his own grave. The flaming sky from the past fades another day, and the suffocating air of his previous parting decides to give him company. Yet he's not buried beneath. The stain of shame never leaves; first life or the third. It is with mourning and sorrow that he moves on, knowing that without the resilience to walk forward, outcast and hopelessly bleak, his determination to become an agent of change would vanish. 」 The weight of idealism in the hearts of those who struggle day to day without being able to find an actionable purpose is an important topic to me. A lot of us wish we could make an impact in today's world without having to compromise our identity and values in the process, though life, society, and even those who care for us most often get in the way of our beliefs. I hope that, regardless of circumstances, and one step at a time, you too choose to live a life you can be proud of.