I have never defined my life, but have just journeyed with enthusiasm. Occasions of regret have left no remorse, occasions of joy have left their song, and hard lessons have left their welcome mark. I am a melancholic.

We are not enslaved - but are lost in freedom. We are not hurt - but are angry.

Our eyes see too much - we prefer the twilight. Our ears hear too much - we relish the silence.

We deliberate engagement - life is distracting. We are quick to understand - but slow to act.

We rest - that we might remember the good. We return - that we might hear our hearts beating. We marvel at much - but are fainthearted. We are paralyzed - to decide our own care. We care - that people hurt and love each other. We hear - the discourse of souls around us. We are made strong - but not enough. We do not break - but suffer in our introspection.