I'm Divergent. And I Can't Be Controlled.

It Would Be Nice If Life Worked This Way, Stripping The Dirt From Our Lives And Sending Us Back Out Into The World Clean. But Some Dirt Is Destined To Lingered.

I Will Be My Undoing, If I Become My Obsession. I Will Forget The Ones I Love, If I Do Not Serve Them. I Will War With Others, If I Refuse To See Them. Therefore, I Choose To Turn Away From My Reflection, To Rely Not On Myself But On My Brothers And Sisters, To Project Always Outward Until I Disappear [and Only God Remains.]

In Our Factions, We Find Meaning, We Find Purpose, We Find Life.

Can I Be Forgiven For All I've Done To Get Here? I Want To Be. I Can. I Believe It.

I Will Be My Undoing If I Become My Obsession.