Not every day is a struggle or a fight to achieve something greater than
what I have, or am, or for who I think I am supposed to be.
Not every moment is one that is weighed down with the expectations and
desires of my ego, and even though the past has left scars to be seen, not
every one of these scars makes me a beast. Some of these scars I show with pride
while others I hide with the greatest of care. Some of these scars show too much, and some do not tell enough of the
story.
Some of these scars are not even mine to have
at all.
If I look back far enough, I see clearly that some ground has been
covered, some challenges overcome, and for all of my attempts to change, I
remain the same.
I am forever locked within this
creative mind, always the artist and always the sum of the stories that I choose
to tell.
When it comes to these creations only one thing is truth at all; I move
you because I try to move myself first.
I enjoy the battle of the will as much as I despise the heavy lingering
weight of its expectations.
I gain purpose within this endless war when I remind myself that these
things I kill are the only the unknowns and the fears.
I have been fighting for a better day for as long as I can remember, and
there is always a sense of appreciation for the ability and drive to do so.
I move you because I first try to move myself.
I move myself because moving you has always been my purpose.
I move you so that I can inspire you to help me lift the weight of all
my fears and unknowns, and because I can't always do this on my own.

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