This time I will not succumb.

My thoughts and emotions will not convince me.

This time I will feel neither pity nor mercy for myself.

Everything given to me I will receive with humble gratitude.

So much past I drag on my back with guilt.

So much future that makes me look away in fear.

So much present that overwhelms me, numbing my being.

What am I doing?

Where am I going?

Where is the clarity of my gaze into myself?

I do not know the world I am walking in.

But my will is to witness it all without whims.

This time I will overcome every obstacle.

This time every obstacle will pass through me.

I will be a palm tree that dances in the wind without breaking.

Wind, carry off everything I believe in, everything I fight for.

This time I will stand without concepts or ideals.

This time the strength of my flame will burn free and light.

This time I will be responsible for myself.