life only avails, not the having lived. power ceases in the instant of repose, it resides in the moment of transition from a past to a new state, in the shooting of the gulf, in the darting to an aim. this one fact the world hates, that the soul becomes, cowardice will never overcome; for that forever degrades the past, turns all riches to poverty, all reputation to shame, confounds the saint with the rogue, shoves ceasar and brutus equally aside. why, then, do we prate of self-reliance?

inasmuch as the soul is present, there will be power not confident but agent. to talk of reliance is a poor external way of speaking. speak rather of that which relies, because it works and is. who has more obedience than i masters me. though he should not raise his finger. round him i must revolve by the gravitation of spirits. we fancy it rhetoric, when we speak of eminent virtue. we do not yet see that virtue is height, and that a man or a company of men. plastic and permeable to principles, by the law of nature must overpower and ride all cities. nations, kings, rich men,  poets, who are not.

the failure of preceding generations, curse the children that follow, possessions can never fill the needs of the soul. material abundance leads to spiritual poverty; true riches are found within only death can set us free. we have our true star that awaits, whoever gives most receives most until you do something nothing will ever change; every man is a maker in charge of his own destiny, there’s a price to be paid for every prize. patience and perseverance is what it takes to overcome.

my whole life, iAM always pushing myself to do more to be more. let us stop living merely for our bellies, as we indulge in vain meals- many more hunger, many more suffer. we have adopted the mentality of survival of the fittest, with the main objective of every household to fend for itself through comfort and security.

i used to admire my aunt and uncle not anymore. i have come to learn that all parents in this age are the same. they do only what is easy by going to work coming back home watching television and getting fat stomachs; this is not how nature operates, she is self-sustaining within a pure community. though the life of money-making is sweet in the beginning, it is most bitter at the end bringing with it great discontent; live as a traveler free of all obligations only bound to love. keep writing your life will change in 1 year even when it’s dark the sun is shining somewhere, i don’t know where i’m going but i know how to run. bloom where nature plants you. it takes obedience to succeed.