So when they find you kneeling in your corner and asking why you bother with kindness, why you bother to hope, why you bother with striving for better when someone will come along to tear it away from you..remember you always have an answer. The cracks let the light inside.

It's a notion the young and young at heart may now and again forget. There is this impatience, this zest for life. A burning desire, born of fear and nurtured by expectation. There are souls who fear death, and so they wait for little in their lives. They growl that they've places to go, truly uncertain where it is they are even going to. They burn through life and the people along the way with ultimatums and spectacles that the mountains must be moved before their time is up. They want to live forever, unaware the reason they so desperately yearn for life is because they have not yet taken the time to truly live.

So in their panic, in their desperation..they begin to harm others if for that abstract value we know as time. They harm as I have been harmed by someone I never quite expected it from. I expected my blood to boil, my pulse to quicken and terrible things to spring from myself.

Instead..I looked deeper down inside myself and I found a faceless thing that stared at me from the mirrors in my dreams, and it whispered " Nice to see you again old man. " before breaking the glass.

My dears. If I could take your hands right now I would. I would hold them close to my chest and I would tell you this..

Be patient with who you are. Remember you are surrounded by life, and beautiful people. Believe you have a voice that doesn't need to reason with fire but with passion. Please don't..let it rule you. Don't let it come out in terrible ways. Don't let it hide your curiosity or silence your voice or-or make your fists clench. You have so much from the moment your eyes open...it should not be a waste to you..