you deserve your best it is your right to achieve but your responsibility also the world owes you nothing take (or create) what is yours forge your weapons win the wars you wage but remember to respect the freedom of others lest it comes back to you
who are we supposed to be? we are born into this world a blank slate as soft as clay raised by mother and father taught by teachers and friends told to contribute to society but be happy along the way is this all there is or is there more?
are we nothingness? are we god? or something in between? i do not know but we are so much more than we think we are that truth will reveal itself upon our death