I've always been told that when the road ahead seems impossible to predict, all you can really do is march forward one step at a time, hoping to avoid potholes and trusting that somehow, against all odds, you'll end up where you're supposed to. Yet as I navigate my new surroundings I find that all of that was bullshit. Don't believe in a happy ever after. Don't hope for it. Don't wish upon a star to lead you there. Fuck that. Demand it instead. Scream at the top of your lungs, and don't go step by step. Rather leap. Jump over. Heck, do cartwheels. Life's too short to do anything else, because you might find yourself looking back and realising that you've been waiting for so long that your life has passed you by. Don't be a shadow in your own story. Be the catalyst. Be the hero.
What if some day or night a demon were to steal after you into your loneliest loneliness, creep up right next to you and whisper: "This life as you now live it and have lived it, you will have to live once more and innumerable times more" ... What would you do? Would you not throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse the demon who spoke thus? Would you damn the world and its inhibited agenda to make an already insufferable experience last forever? Or have you once experienced a tremendous moment that you would gladly live a thousand times more? A passage of time which made you certain that despite everything or perhaps because of it, life is such a beautiful thing.
