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We all have to believe in something besides ourselves.

What could that thing be...?
I don't know. I prefer looking for it in others.

In the heat of a moment... we may lose our shape, our reason may fail, our gods may not answer.
All we have then is each other.

And for me, that's enough.

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Pain is no excuse to hide from who you are, or what you can be to other people.
Kindness is always a proactive choice, never predetermined.
To overcome your pain and remain kind, even and especially in a world of blood and cruelty...

That is what makes a hero.

To know that the world is indifferent, that nothingness lurks within and around you, and yet not to flinch. To know there is no essential truth, only choices you can make, most of them painful, most of them wrong. And yet, despite that knowledge, to wake up to the world and make those choices anyway. Day after day. Second by second. For yourself, for your loved ones, for strangers you will never know.

I exist.
And tomorrow, something beautiful is going to happen.

May your life be kind to you, as I will try to be.
At the end of it all, may we raise our glasses to the sun.
To all the battles, lost and won.

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