There’s something rather comforting about facing death like this, wouldn’t you agree? It’s all that matters, nothing else even seems to exist Outside my pure instincts to survive. Rank, personal history, birth, race, sex, the name given to you, It’s all meaningless. This is the only thing that’s real -To fight for my own life and nothing else. I’ve never felt more complete; I guess you can say i finally arrived.
“When I was a young man, I had liberty, but I did not see it. I had time, but I did not know it. And I had love, but I did not feel it. Many decades would pass before I understood the meaning of all three. Now, in the twilight of my life, misunderstanding has passed into contentment. Love, liberty, and time, once so disposable, are the fuels that drive me forward.” - Ezio Auditore da Firenze
I read something to my Brothers in Kappa Kappa Psi today that I wrote when I was feeling really attacked by some of them since having to take the reigns as President. It was pretty lengthy and had some odd phrasing, but I didn’t want to edit it in anyway. At the end, it was incredibly awkward and silent, but I also realized something. This may have been the first thing I have ever read aloud that I wrote and…it was pretty cool.