I Am Full Of The Sorrow That

While To Live In The Past And Think Of What Was Good And Beautiful About It Amounts To A Sort Of Seasoning Of The Present, The Perennial Wait For Tomorrow Is Bound To Result In Chronic Discontent That Poisons One's Entire Outlook.

A Nomad I Will Remain For Life, In Love With Distant And Uncharted Places.

For Those Who Know The Value Of And Exquisite Taste Of Solitary Freedom (for One Is Only Free When Alone), The Act Of Leaving Is The Bravest And Most Beautiful Of All.

I Will Only Ever Be Drawn To People Who Suffer From That Special And Fertile Anguish Called Self-doubt, Or The Thirst For The Ideal, And Desire For The Soul's Mystical Fire. Self-satisfaction Because Of Some Material Accomplishment Will Never Be For Me. The Truly Great Are Those Who Quest For Better Spiritual Selves.

I Am Not Afraid Of Death, But Would Not Want To Die In Some Obscure Or Pointless Way.