I'm faster than you and I don't feel pain, you don't stand a chance against me.

No importa lo que el mundo diga que soy. Yo elijo ser un héroe. La luz no es ajena a la oscuridad. Entre más brillante sea la llama más profunda es su sombra.

What you have to remember about the past is that it literally doesn't exist. It exists only in your mind, your memories, no more real than a day's release. What you also have to remember is that your memories are most likely not as accurate as you think they are. They are colored by your emotions and how you were feeling, and colored by your memory itself. Your mind exaggerates some things and totally forgets other things. Someone else who experienced the exact same thing as you most likely remembers it much differently. Memories are not accurate and cannot be trusted. We gain our sense of self from our memories. We decide who we are because of our memories. But we write a story about our life and tell ourselves that story to form our sense of self. Because the past doesn't exist anymore. And what you remember happening probably didn't happen the way you remember at all. You should rewrite this. Rewrite the story you tell about yourself to yourself. Rewrite your personal story and rewrite your past. And you rewrite yourself. I'm kind when I choose to be, not because you deserve it, not because I expect anything in return, but because it is my choice. Betray me, lie to me, take advantage of me, that is your nature, but my kindness, that is mine. And I do not change who I am just because the world fails to meet my expectations.

In this life, I hope to become the real moon, rising above the mountains and heavens, toying with the clouds and seas, following the ancient times, and walk in the darkness above the various heavens.

I'm tired. I've been fighting this guy for nearly 12 hours straight. I haven't had anything to eat, or drink. And he's not even tired. But I am. I'm hurt, and I'm tired, and I want to go home. And I want to sleep, and I don't want to be here. And I think, can I let this one go? Can I let it be someone else's problem? Just for a minute, so I can rest. No. Not just yet. I wish I could. God, I wish I could.

I JUST WANNA BE LOVED.

Las apariencias engañan, lo cual me regresa a la razón por la que estoy aquí. No estamos aquí por ser libres, estamos aquí por no ser libres. No hay razón de escapatoria ni propósitos de negación.

Porque, como sabemos, sin propósito no existiríamos. Propósito fue lo que nos creó; propósito, lo que nos conecta; propósito, lo que nos impulsa, lo que nos guía, lo que nos controla. Es el propósito lo que define, propósito lo que nos une.

I don't remember! I don't remember any of it! Who are you? Who are you all?! Who are you all talking about?! Putting your life on the line for someone else?! Throwing yourself into danger without thinking for someone else?! Giving everything you've got, all for someone else?! Even putting your life on the line to accomplish something for someone else?! If that's possible, something like this really exist?!

Hay personas que confunden arrogancia con personalidad, sarcasmo con inteligencia y frialdad con madurez. Hablan fuerte, opinan de todo y escuchan poco. No es cuestión de origen, sino de carácter. Y el carácter, cuando carece de respeto, termina revelando más inseguridad que grandeza. Eso es lo que son.

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