Show your appreciation for those who serve your interest, even if you don't mean it. Take notice of the insignificant person, if they can serve your needs. Keep your admirers at arms length, but always be polite. Never give more than you expect to receive, except to those who can benefit you. Take no offense, but always keep a dagger for when a back is turned. Talk subtly to those whom you loathe to keep them in your corner, until its time to take revenge. In all things put yourself first and only make a promise if it isn't inconvenient or costly. Be clever as a Fox and cunning as a Serpent and always keep a scape goat for emergencies. Do all of this to perfection and cruelty will become second nature to you.

Try then fail, then try once again. Repeat and alter just slightly from the first time. Become frustrated then break through the problem. Solve one puzzle and discover another. Go back to the beginning, then return to the middle, before deciding that the end is actually the beginning after all. Such is the path of discovery, such is the way of life. Mistakes and reversals, trial and error. This is what makes discovery a journey unto itself.

I am weary and tired of the battle. Everything that I try to save seems lost to me. The emptiness sometimes makes me feel like an echo of myself. My soul is shattered into pieces. Doubt becomes my constant companion and I simply lose the strength to go on. In times of utter darkness, comfort is not often easy to find. So I must look for purpose in order to renew my strength. Looking with in myself, I see what I was born for. I see the path that I have walked and the battle scars that cut deeply into my heart. In these moments I examine my own soul and put the pieces back together. I then look or another who feels as I do and try to help them mend as well, thus restoring my own sense of purpose and helping my own soul to heal.

I feel like I am suffocating, the world is closing in around me. I feel only fear and paranoia! I just want to be outside, I can't stand closed in spaces or people close in around me. I walk everywhere or ride a bike, even when it is bitter cold. No one seems to understand me. They just tell me it is a phase. I can't ever seem to smile and what I like doesn't make sense to others. I like quiet places where the noise doesn't confuse me. I want to be liked and to have friends, but there are few people like me. All they want to do is take me to doctors, and all they want is to medicate me. I just want someone to understand that this is my normal, at least it is for me. I know what I am doing, I just have to do it in my own way. I don't like getting upset, but I get frustrated when people want to change me. I just wish they would stop crowding me so I can just breathe.

Commit to an action, answer what passion excites you. Offer your help in any way you can! To feed a homeless person and help them recover from their plight, to save one of Gods creatures if you feel that is just and right. Let no one stand before you and tell you that you cannot achieve. In the smallest measure, the simplest kindness can become a great and powerful deed. So what ever is your interest, move forward where you see a need. For each mighty forest must begin with just a few seeds.

Slash the parchment, cut the scroll, open up the words and let them bleed from your pen. Place your feelings into letters that form words, dispense your passion onto paper. Write down what troubles your heart. Cut the lines into the grains of eternity with your steely pen. Cut the paper and let it be wounded for your art. Inflict your pain, sorrow and joy for others to read. Let your life be poetry, words given from your heart.

Anchor fast to the rock of your hope. Set your self on solid ground. Close your emotional boundaries and build the wall of solitude. Face the fierce gales of discontent! Hear them howl and beat at your fortifications. Change not your course, but hold fast to your values. Steady yourself and focus on the horizon. The darkness may be deep and the emotional turmoil may weary the spirit, but there is light that comes from the new dawn. Hope is in it and the purity of it shines through the discontent, bringing you guidance as you whether the storms of life.

Emotionally wounded, but not bereft of compassion. Tired but not defeated. I have seen the setbacks come and have walked through the drudgery of life. Things are not always clear and the path can sometimes be mired down with problems. Despite the afflictions, I know that there is always hope. For when I am at my lowest, I seek to pass on kindness to another. In doing so I restore hope to myself and prove that I am still human and that I am not empty as one might think.

I saw love one day in a way I had never known. Such was the personal sacrifice that my heart felt as if it would break. With eyes full of tears I met the gaze of the innocent as he was persecuted without cause. From his sacrifice, I saw what love could,truly be. Because of this, I chose to follow him. Inspired by love you see.