I used to want to save the world. This beautiful place. But the closer you get, the more you see the great darkness within. I learned this the hard way, a long, long time ago.
I bet your parents taught you that you mean something, that you’re here for a reason. My parents taught me a different lesson, dying in the gutter for no reason at all. They taught me the world only makes sense if you force it to.
Strange to say it, but this is where I’m home. Not fighting low-rent robbers specifically, although it’s certainly comfortingly familiar. I’m at home in movement. In doing. In acting. I’m at home when I can live in the moment.
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