It is not emotion but rather relevation which dominates the present. It is realisation dressed in responsibility. Yet in this madness there is form. Beauty in its presentation, almost an obvious progression towards the inevitable. So trumpets at the ready and let us blare our way through destiny. In our hasty charge let us carve our journey into the crowded concrete. This is the beginning.
Walk cautiously into the light and open your mind towards the possibilities. In time we will begin to run. Expect tumbles, scratches and bruises that would not fade. Yet there is no other exciting time to speak of. From now on everything should and will MATTER. To look LIFE in the eye and recognise that its last name is not DEATH but ADVENTURE.
Heed the beating of the heart that knows nothing to compare it with and thus conjures up visions of horror to scare. Aaaah it is a fool's friend but ignore it at your own peril. Arm yourself with the past and most importantly HOPE. HOPE that the symphony will rise and peak before cascading into the inviting applause.
Mark this moment with indelible ink etched permanently to mark a threshold. Put on your best clothes as this is the time to reinvent yourself and create a masterpiece. The first stroke on a blank canvas. The choice of colours is yours to command. Its depth and subject is governed by your muse. Your mistakes will become your signatures. It will be entirely, unashamedly, unreservedly, solely a product borne by YOU. Now... begin.
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