Here i am, writing. Some time here and there. Trying to put the pieces of a life I’ve lived so far. There is so much more to live but I am pressured to get it out there. I would say it was my stories but really it is the stories of encounters. Some madness here in there, some moment of joy and pleasure.

I suffer post trauma depression of some sort. The thing you see on the adventure haunt you. The thing you do if morally wrong will haunt you but you have to stand up for the dignity of living. I grew up to defend the weak, stand up against aggression even if it meant using force. This is the real me. The me you generally see is some one calm and trying to be collective but deep inside it is a lie.

I thought I could live a normal life and leave it behind but it haunts you and you know you only feel alive when you follow the path even if it leads to darkness.

Nothing is true, everything is permitted. There is so any grades of black and white. You are free to do what you want. There are books and scriptures to live by but in the end you are the architect of your own destiny.

So much I want to understand living, persisting and continuing on. We should all believe in following dreams and assist one another ontheir journeys but so many with have closed hearts or filled with selfishness that they do not see a overview of the greater life.

Anyway I cannot change things and the wrongs I have done people but I will continue to strive to morally strive to inspire and create change and learn humility. Follow a hidden light that flows in all hearts of the people.