It is only the prerogative of an enslaved consciousness to deem the truth apocryphal. Nothing bears meaning except for that which we attribute to it. And with no escape from influence, our consolation rests in erecting a fortress of all which is supportive of our true selves; thus, being armed enough to relentlessly wage war against that which does not serve our purpose, or perish in the crossfire. The outcome of the struggle will be greatly contingent on one’s own desire to be free.
I divorce from the ties that prevent me from living life.
I break the shackles that hold me afright.
I burn down the doubts and imbibe the tonic of courage at last.
I am free to fly and transcend all there is to find.
I am strong –
Sovereign of my life.