Night after night, day after day, I create myself. It is never easy. Long nights I have lain awake, days I have waited, long hours I have toiled, lost in myself, contemplating or completing the next necessary step. I wage a battle against darkness both within and without, against my own ignorance, the ignorance of others, my resistance to change, my hatred of the faults of others because of the reflection of them in me and my sentimental attachment to my own flaws. Pretenders sometimes come but always go. I’m often alone, but not lonely on this path. I have my working tools, I have my lessons, my loves, and most of all my own thoughts. I mostly keep silent, but often I yearn to roar. ~Robert Herd
