You should be a killer.
Those that win posses no fear.
Kill the fear.
The man who acts as if his life depends on it, as if he is ready to die, will always perform more intensely and overcome anyone or thing that doesn’t kill him, and grow stronger and more powerful.
You should try to die.
Everyday you need to die. Kill yourself. Your ego. Your fears. Your insecurities. Kill your self. When you do, your vision transcends the possible into the potential.
I have no fear. Deep inside me I am dead already. I have died long ago. I have nothing but my raw spirit. That flame alone survives. Sometimes barely. I often live with it under a blanket, smothered. Why?
If I am not true to me, what is truth? Where is my star?
I am living a lie. Speak my truth. I have no shame. Not of my contradictions.
I have no fear. My fear is to live with no honor, to never have lived my truth, to never allow life to cut me to the bone to see what I am made of.
I will die. Memento mori.
I want to die by my own hand, by choosing how I live.
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What do I want? This is the most important question to live with, to answer with your life, everyday.
Be ready to die. Be not afraid. Death is coming anyway. There is no failure. There is only understanding and death.
The closer I come to death, the more I learn.
I want to act in ways that jeopardize my life, not wantonly, but with righteous intention.
I am tired of living under a blanket waiting to die.
I want to be dangerous. I want to live with the breath of death at my back. I want its cool fingers grasping at my back as I lunge forward into the light. I want to feel its weight and I want to lift it every moment, never letting it prevail. I will fight it.
Suffering is life. Ignoring it causes neurotic suffering, delusions.
I do not want to exist. I want to die striving to achieve my dreams, the visions that I paint in solitude. I want to paint more boldly and vividly and pronouncedly, and then I want to construct these visions with my blood and sweat and tears and toils, drop by drop, until they become the fabric of my life.
Set a goal. Then step to it. With all I have. Stupidly. Erringly. Unashamed. Undeterred. March forward without security, without comfort, without knowing. All so that I may know myself.
I have two masters. God. Myself. God is the same flame that ignites my spirit. I must be true to the light. If god does not show me, I must trust myself. No other man or woman. And I must be willing to die and sacrifice everything if I should know myself fully. Death comes regardless. Sooner or later it doesn’t matter. We are biding time. What transpires between birth and death must be written by my actions, born of thoughts.
Choose a path, and commit. It will lead me on a journey, and that journey is the way. The destination may be irrelevant
How bad do I want to live?
How parched is my spirit?
How hungry for life?
I must die if I should live.
William Dare 