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          « At all times do rumble internal conflicts. Fleeting fury, forsaken love, untamed resentment. At all times do tempests claim their due. They blow and they threaten when we stand unshaken. Invisible ravage cover deep every corner of the mind but still we cope whether with a smile nor a grimace.
Antagonisms relentlessly face one another just as many version of oneself, so distant and yet so real. What a curious thing by the way when we know all the wrong turns that we shall take on the way - but I am loosing myself.

They respect each other, so do they deny one another as we hold three titles in one : adjudicator, juror and executioner. But I am telling you how can one think reasonably that he is complete when reality turns to be so assertive, so violent and then in the possibilities of a future yet to come so many fantasies of a sole truth mix up together ? How does one decide which moment of his life shall be gifted with the privilege to endure ?

But this is what happens in the end isn't it ? When the choice is made, the action is bound to a particular reality ; finally do we have our heart set on those possibilities, the one I just mentioned a second before and then we let legions of corpses left behind a lost and lonely eye. But still they rise once more stronger and fairer than before those potentialities, revived by the consequences of a choice so recently made.

I made mine. I chose to live an honorable life when I humbly think - Should I have my place in the pantheon of the most tortured men alive. »