Paradox of Thoughts Act 1

There once was a time when I wanted nothing more than for your demise. I was immature and unwise. But to you and I's surprise alike I'm happy to contrive that part of my ego has disparaged and died. I've learned to compromise and found that of what I am comprised. The tears I've cried have dried, and I've realized the only thing wounded was my pride and I know I tried and I try to shed this with each stride and focus on the prize. I've also realized that I no longer need to hide behind my pride because no I longer need to fight this because my plight wasn't flightless. I've learned a lot insight of this and I hope to invite the light on this, not to entice any violence.
Hense, I accept that I am selfish, we all are, and if we can't accept this, this is what makes us truly helpless. Because no deed is truly selfless. Everything we are. Everything we will be, tis a question, a test or a quiz, life just is, we, and the only the acception to truly be free, is to confess that you are your own enemy's because we are of the same energy. We are of our own selection. And the only image we have of perfection is from another's mirrored reflection. I am of my own conjection. I believe this life is but a lesson and I try to find the beauty in every profession because I feel that is the only way of progression. Life is but a momentary concession, and if we obsess over possessions were on giving narrative to our own regression, because we close ourselves off to suggestions and open ourselves to rejection. This life is of the essence because the only time we have is of the present, and unlike any before or latter, this could very well be the only session. So only exist in the present.