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A poem of intent. |
When someone can do good that person should. When we have the opportunity to make a difference, cast away the sorrow of this life and reignite the passion we lose in age for noble and sincere adoration of all the things in this world we cannot understand, we have an obligation to see it through. There are only so many chances, so few times that come to pass where we can divert the course of man from the sinkholes of depression that trip us up with such regularity, causing so many to stay down and never step forward again. “Let someone else go on,” we say. “Let them bear the burden.” But we have come so far. Our world was once so small and since grown from a seed possibility into an ecosystem of determination, a web of daring endeavors, widening our realm from the caves of old into the infinite expanses of our universe. And so I say that if you can create, use the tools of thought and imagination, if you can paint with a brush or with a bucket of words, if you can sing a tune or harmonize the physics of quantum structure, do it! And do not stop for all your days. Feed on the unending passion of our kind and live unto a greater age where the world we once knew has become one we never saw coming. |