Beware Of The Stories You Read Or

I Lived Rough, By My Wits, Was Homeless, Lived On The Streets, Lived On Friends' Floors, Was Happy, Was Miserable.

If We Are True, If We Can Love, If We Have Vision, If We Can Have Courage, We Can, We Should, We Ought To, We Will.

Don't Read What Everyone Else Is Reading. Check Them Out Later, Cautiously.

Destiny Plans A Different Route And Fulfills The Dream In Ways We Couldn't Have Expected.

It May Be That What You Could Be Haunts You. It Is Real. It Is A Weight You Have To Carry Around. Each Failure To Become, To Be, Is A Weight. Each State You Could Inhabit Is A Burden As Heavy As Any Physical Weight, But More So, Because It Weighs On Your Soul. It Is The Ghost Of Your Possibilities Hanging Around Your Neck, An Invisible Albatros, Potentials Unknowingly Murdered.