Reclaim that which was never taken away.
Seek out that which you have hidden.
Take the spear and drive it deep.

As within
So without
As above
So below

Understand this before all else:
What is right for your soul
Bears little resemblance
To what you expect.

To know thyself is the call
And the paradox.
By seeking the truth of thyself,
You discover the truth of others.

One must ****** your Minotaur,
And kiss Mephistopheles in his rage,
In order to assume your Theseus,
And fill your Faust with purpose.

I'd continue in the same vein if I weren't drunk and tired and simply out of patience. Essentially what I'm saying in a poor imitation of alchemical allegory is that the worlds outside of ourselves are bound to the worlds within.

(A message to my self when things get bad)

Arise boy, arise and remember this
   no one will remember your bravery

No one will remember your hope
    Or your sacrifices
Or the nights you spent hunting
     For whatever may fill the hole
      right through the middle of you.

You don't do it for the accolades,
   and you don't wrestle with your
   Minotaur for your parent's approval (as if you could ever gain it)

The chips fell as they did, because you can take it. You live under fire, because you can take it.

You give all you have....because they need it.

She said to me, that first night,
"You've been touched, deeply.
But in all the worst places."

These supposedly small things,
Nights when the deep wrong
that we have been fed upon,
falls away and all is well.

These supposedly small things,
these lovely people,
this living for the moment.

I live for them.

What it must be like,
To cling to a hope so savagely
That all doubt is swept aside.

I begrudge the women I've loved,
This hope in ****** men,
This belief in miracles.

I wish that they'd believe in me
one day.
But then, I am indeed
Someone else's dying need.

It's ok to let yourself just be a regular person tonight, with needs and wants and hopes and fears. Just let go, get drunk, be friendly, and be fierce with yourself tomorrow. You can afford to not think like a nomad for one night.

Sometimes it doesn't matter where you're going.
All that matters...is that you are going somewhere.