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I am not a praying man. I have no God, no father, no guide.
But if there's something out there, something I cannot see nor touch nor even recognise then I ask it now to give me the strength to trust myself, to trust my feelings and my hopes. I ask in this moment of self doubt, of mistrust and paranoia, please to help me recover my footing, find my path once more.
I must know what is best for my minds, for ourselves, for us. To give me, above all, the humour to tell my life in whatever I see fit. The courage to make whatever difference I can, the understanding that I can only be all I can ever try to be.
Be rid of me, fear. I expel you, be gone, for these voices will no longer be respected, encouraged or regarded. You shall not mould my mind, you will not be a part that can lead me, you will not be associated with laziness, denial, or confusion. You are nothing but a weight, when you should be my aide, my limbs.
I will not be my own burden in a world so easy to be part of. I can do nothing but trust my instinct, no matter how bleak that future may look, I must stride forth into it, if so blindly then no matter, I will face my trials when they face me.
No man nor woman could ever trap me, and I shall not be trapped by my own insecurities. I will not be trapped by my fear, by all that I try to hide away. Your fear will not control me.
I shall do whatever I choose in this world, and I trust my own judgement to be sound, that my doings will be for good, and good alone. I will create and nuture a world of my own loves and desires, a desire for life itself. I create not because I want to but because I must. I must because otherwise I would die, to rot away into insanity, driven down by my own paranoia.
And if death must face me again then I must turn it away, for my own failures cannot stop my pursuit of life. And if I may appear so strange, so eccentric and mad, then let those people laugh and I shall laugh with them.
I will not deny my heroes, my life that I have led can be no more than colourful and I cannot accept any less than my dreams. I will allow myself to be thrown in many directions but I must always stay balanced in my own pure desire. I must focus exactly on what I want, and what I want is to create what I dream.
So my Lord, whoever you may be, give me the power to trust myself. I know my mind may be so fractured, so shattered to so many reflections, but I am of sound heart, I am of pure intent. Let me understand that I can push myself in my own direction, my own will that can carry me on the wings of my visions. Let my imagination become my brother, let my characters become my soul, let their words become my craft.
And if I can carry out my own will then let my steps become an inspiration to all those in fear. Let that fear for them fade, to remove awe and let them challenge all they feel they should. Let us fear nothing but fear itself, and be aware of the consequences of letting such feelings stop us from using our own desires for the growth of our soul not just for ourselves, but us all.
And simply by doing this, by setting the example of leading my own pure life, maybe enough people one day will make the thought of doing so, and eventually we will all live as a beautiful human race with only good intentions of exploration, happiness and peace. Simply by controlling my own life, I could set an example to the rest of the world that maybe one day we could all follow, like I follow so many beautiful souls before me.
Give me the strength to follow my dreams, or else kill me where I stand. Give me the strength to understand the fear but to never let it control me, or else I am dead already.
Let these voices be my allies but not my guide. Let their views allow me to see all the angles of the world, but never blind me to what I so want, or need.
With my dreams as my blade, I ask, watch over me as I battle, watch for me, and never allow me to cut myself or fall on my steel when I may collapse under my own pressure. Give me the courage to face myself, for I will face no greater enemy, and for that, let me know myself, but never set me in stone.
Amen.
But if there's something out there, something I cannot see nor touch nor even recognise then I ask it now to give me the strength to trust myself, to trust my feelings and my hopes. I ask in this moment of self doubt, of mistrust and paranoia, please to help me recover my footing, find my path once more.
I must know what is best for my minds, for ourselves, for us. To give me, above all, the humour to tell my life in whatever I see fit. The courage to make whatever difference I can, the understanding that I can only be all I can ever try to be.
Be rid of me, fear. I expel you, be gone, for these voices will no longer be respected, encouraged or regarded. You shall not mould my mind, you will not be a part that can lead me, you will not be associated with laziness, denial, or confusion. You are nothing but a weight, when you should be my aide, my limbs.
I will not be my own burden in a world so easy to be part of. I can do nothing but trust my instinct, no matter how bleak that future may look, I must stride forth into it, if so blindly then no matter, I will face my trials when they face me.
No man nor woman could ever trap me, and I shall not be trapped by my own insecurities. I will not be trapped by my fear, by all that I try to hide away. Your fear will not control me.
I shall do whatever I choose in this world, and I trust my own judgement to be sound, that my doings will be for good, and good alone. I will create and nuture a world of my own loves and desires, a desire for life itself. I create not because I want to but because I must. I must because otherwise I would die, to rot away into insanity, driven down by my own paranoia.
And if death must face me again then I must turn it away, for my own failures cannot stop my pursuit of life. And if I may appear so strange, so eccentric and mad, then let those people laugh and I shall laugh with them.
I will not deny my heroes, my life that I have led can be no more than colourful and I cannot accept any less than my dreams. I will allow myself to be thrown in many directions but I must always stay balanced in my own pure desire. I must focus exactly on what I want, and what I want is to create what I dream.
So my Lord, whoever you may be, give me the power to trust myself. I know my mind may be so fractured, so shattered to so many reflections, but I am of sound heart, I am of pure intent. Let me understand that I can push myself in my own direction, my own will that can carry me on the wings of my visions. Let my imagination become my brother, let my characters become my soul, let their words become my craft.
And if I can carry out my own will then let my steps become an inspiration to all those in fear. Let that fear for them fade, to remove awe and let them challenge all they feel they should. Let us fear nothing but fear itself, and be aware of the consequences of letting such feelings stop us from using our own desires for the growth of our soul not just for ourselves, but us all.
And simply by doing this, by setting the example of leading my own pure life, maybe enough people one day will make the thought of doing so, and eventually we will all live as a beautiful human race with only good intentions of exploration, happiness and peace. Simply by controlling my own life, I could set an example to the rest of the world that maybe one day we could all follow, like I follow so many beautiful souls before me.
Give me the strength to follow my dreams, or else kill me where I stand. Give me the strength to understand the fear but to never let it control me, or else I am dead already.
Let these voices be my allies but not my guide. Let their views allow me to see all the angles of the world, but never blind me to what I so want, or need.
With my dreams as my blade, I ask, watch over me as I battle, watch for me, and never allow me to cut myself or fall on my steel when I may collapse under my own pressure. Give me the courage to face myself, for I will face no greater enemy, and for that, let me know myself, but never set me in stone.
Amen.
I wrote it straight out in about 20-30 mins
I pictured this appearing in the book 'The Power and the Glory'. Hmm.. how long did this take you? I would imagine a lot of thought has been put into such work.
monkey_man wrote:
> My cat's name is 'Mittens'.
dude this is hilarious - of ralph wiggums kwality. sorry grix, but i kinda skipped the second half to read the replies and this was better. give this man an Egad
[edit]
read the rest. that is good, very good, but sadly for us hindus, not in any form of indian! and also
"Give me the strength to follow my dreams, or else kill me where I stand. Give me the strength to understand the fear but to never let it control me, or else I am dead already. "
bit morbid.
> My cat's name is 'Mittens'.
dude this is hilarious - of ralph wiggums kwality. sorry grix, but i kinda skipped the second half to read the replies and this was better. give this man an Egad
[edit]
read the rest. that is good, very good, but sadly for us hindus, not in any form of indian! and also
"Give me the strength to follow my dreams, or else kill me where I stand. Give me the strength to understand the fear but to never let it control me, or else I am dead already. "
bit morbid.
monkey_man wrote:
> My cat's name is 'Mittens'.
Heh. Y'know, Grix's original post was pretty good (and I like the Hicks reference tagline too), but I read this response 10 minutes ago and I've only just stopped snorting with laughter.
> My cat's name is 'Mittens'.
Heh. Y'know, Grix's original post was pretty good (and I like the Hicks reference tagline too), but I read this response 10 minutes ago and I've only just stopped snorting with laughter.
My cat's name is 'Mittens'.
I am not a praying man. I have no God, no father, no guide.
But if there's something out there, something I cannot see nor touch nor even recognise then I ask it now to give me the strength to trust myself, to trust my feelings and my hopes. I ask in this moment of self doubt, of mistrust and paranoia, please to help me recover my footing, find my path once more.
I must know what is best for my minds, for ourselves, for us. To give me, above all, the humour to tell my life in whatever I see fit. The courage to make whatever difference I can, the understanding that I can only be all I can ever try to be.
Be rid of me, fear. I expel you, be gone, for these voices will no longer be respected, encouraged or regarded. You shall not mould my mind, you will not be a part that can lead me, you will not be associated with laziness, denial, or confusion. You are nothing but a weight, when you should be my aide, my limbs.
I will not be my own burden in a world so easy to be part of. I can do nothing but trust my instinct, no matter how bleak that future may look, I must stride forth into it, if so blindly then no matter, I will face my trials when they face me.
No man nor woman could ever trap me, and I shall not be trapped by my own insecurities. I will not be trapped by my fear, by all that I try to hide away. Your fear will not control me.
I shall do whatever I choose in this world, and I trust my own judgement to be sound, that my doings will be for good, and good alone. I will create and nuture a world of my own loves and desires, a desire for life itself. I create not because I want to but because I must. I must because otherwise I would die, to rot away into insanity, driven down by my own paranoia.
And if death must face me again then I must turn it away, for my own failures cannot stop my pursuit of life. And if I may appear so strange, so eccentric and mad, then let those people laugh and I shall laugh with them.
I will not deny my heroes, my life that I have led can be no more than colourful and I cannot accept any less than my dreams. I will allow myself to be thrown in many directions but I must always stay balanced in my own pure desire. I must focus exactly on what I want, and what I want is to create what I dream.
So my Lord, whoever you may be, give me the power to trust myself. I know my mind may be so fractured, so shattered to so many reflections, but I am of sound heart, I am of pure intent. Let me understand that I can push myself in my own direction, my own will that can carry me on the wings of my visions. Let my imagination become my brother, let my characters become my soul, let their words become my craft.
And if I can carry out my own will then let my steps become an inspiration to all those in fear. Let that fear for them fade, to remove awe and let them challenge all they feel they should. Let us fear nothing but fear itself, and be aware of the consequences of letting such feelings stop us from using our own desires for the growth of our soul not just for ourselves, but us all.
And simply by doing this, by setting the example of leading my own pure life, maybe enough people one day will make the thought of doing so, and eventually we will all live as a beautiful human race with only good intentions of exploration, happiness and peace. Simply by controlling my own life, I could set an example to the rest of the world that maybe one day we could all follow, like I follow so many beautiful souls before me.
Give me the strength to follow my dreams, or else kill me where I stand. Give me the strength to understand the fear but to never let it control me, or else I am dead already.
Let these voices be my allies but not my guide. Let their views allow me to see all the angles of the world, but never blind me to what I so want, or need.
With my dreams as my blade, I ask, watch over me as I battle, watch for me, and never allow me to cut myself or fall on my steel when I may collapse under my own pressure. Give me the courage to face myself, for I will face no greater enemy, and for that, let me know myself, but never set me in stone.
Amen.
But if there's something out there, something I cannot see nor touch nor even recognise then I ask it now to give me the strength to trust myself, to trust my feelings and my hopes. I ask in this moment of self doubt, of mistrust and paranoia, please to help me recover my footing, find my path once more.
I must know what is best for my minds, for ourselves, for us. To give me, above all, the humour to tell my life in whatever I see fit. The courage to make whatever difference I can, the understanding that I can only be all I can ever try to be.
Be rid of me, fear. I expel you, be gone, for these voices will no longer be respected, encouraged or regarded. You shall not mould my mind, you will not be a part that can lead me, you will not be associated with laziness, denial, or confusion. You are nothing but a weight, when you should be my aide, my limbs.
I will not be my own burden in a world so easy to be part of. I can do nothing but trust my instinct, no matter how bleak that future may look, I must stride forth into it, if so blindly then no matter, I will face my trials when they face me.
No man nor woman could ever trap me, and I shall not be trapped by my own insecurities. I will not be trapped by my fear, by all that I try to hide away. Your fear will not control me.
I shall do whatever I choose in this world, and I trust my own judgement to be sound, that my doings will be for good, and good alone. I will create and nuture a world of my own loves and desires, a desire for life itself. I create not because I want to but because I must. I must because otherwise I would die, to rot away into insanity, driven down by my own paranoia.
And if death must face me again then I must turn it away, for my own failures cannot stop my pursuit of life. And if I may appear so strange, so eccentric and mad, then let those people laugh and I shall laugh with them.
I will not deny my heroes, my life that I have led can be no more than colourful and I cannot accept any less than my dreams. I will allow myself to be thrown in many directions but I must always stay balanced in my own pure desire. I must focus exactly on what I want, and what I want is to create what I dream.
So my Lord, whoever you may be, give me the power to trust myself. I know my mind may be so fractured, so shattered to so many reflections, but I am of sound heart, I am of pure intent. Let me understand that I can push myself in my own direction, my own will that can carry me on the wings of my visions. Let my imagination become my brother, let my characters become my soul, let their words become my craft.
And if I can carry out my own will then let my steps become an inspiration to all those in fear. Let that fear for them fade, to remove awe and let them challenge all they feel they should. Let us fear nothing but fear itself, and be aware of the consequences of letting such feelings stop us from using our own desires for the growth of our soul not just for ourselves, but us all.
And simply by doing this, by setting the example of leading my own pure life, maybe enough people one day will make the thought of doing so, and eventually we will all live as a beautiful human race with only good intentions of exploration, happiness and peace. Simply by controlling my own life, I could set an example to the rest of the world that maybe one day we could all follow, like I follow so many beautiful souls before me.
Give me the strength to follow my dreams, or else kill me where I stand. Give me the strength to understand the fear but to never let it control me, or else I am dead already.
Let these voices be my allies but not my guide. Let their views allow me to see all the angles of the world, but never blind me to what I so want, or need.
With my dreams as my blade, I ask, watch over me as I battle, watch for me, and never allow me to cut myself or fall on my steel when I may collapse under my own pressure. Give me the courage to face myself, for I will face no greater enemy, and for that, let me know myself, but never set me in stone.
Amen.