“All of the truly important battles are waged within the self. ”
― Sheldon B. Kopp, If You Meet the Buddha on the Road, Kill Him: The Pilgrimage Of Psychotherapy Patients
I have been blessed with a wild mind.
A brittle constitution, and an appetite for truth.
Impatience is my virtue, and possibly the only one.
My shoulders bend to the weight of my own
chains, soldered together with burdened hands.
To be still, or to sit would cause my knees
to buckle and my muscles to tear.
There is no dignity in pride, but there is no
strength in taking the easy road. So pride, it will be.
By virtue, it may be the only other thing that saves me.