No Matter What We Talk About, We

No Matter What We Talk About, We Are Talking About Ourselves

But It's Morning. Within My Hands Is Another Day. Another Day To Listen And Love And Walk And Glory. I Am Here For Another Day.

Within Me Is The Potential To Commit Every Evil Act I See Being Committed By Other Men, And Unless I Feel This Potential, I Can At Any Moment Be Controlled By These Same Urges. I Am Free From These Urges Only If I Recognize When I Am Feeling Them, And While Feeling Them And Acknowledging Them To Be Me, Choose Not To Follow Them. Only In This Way Can I Begin To Regain The Disowned Parts Of Me. And Only In This Way Can I Know What It Is I Am Criticizing In Others.

You Are Only Young Once, But You Can Stay Immature Indefinitely. You Are Only Young Once, Then You Need Another Reason To Act Foolish. You Are The Only Authority On What Is Best For You.

It Is Enough That I Am Of Value To Somebody Today.