templar
And thus, I believe... I believe that there exists the slightest possibility for one to rule his destiny, to shape his future, to live a life he himself has hammered into the past from a piece of unformed future. Every single day I try to hammer my own future in a past I will be delighted to look at, as if life were art.
Immense is my discouragement in the abilty of the human race to support it´s own prosperity... Immense is my anger, that no one is willing to stand and shout out loud what he thinks and believes, that we dislike the doings of the ones in power and yet no one is willing to step up and dirty his hands - no one tries to make a difference... We are broken people...
I once had a nail... A beautuful one it was. Straight, shining, sharp nail. I didn't hammer it, fearing I'd curve it or even break my nail... Thus I left it on a table... Once I stumbled and fell on it... So this is how I died.