No longer am I afraid of failing and falling. Pushing forward and moving towards my own pursuit of happiness. Not backing down, not bowing out, not giving up on a moment of understanding from my uncle's death. He always taught me to be proud of...

The paths I've chose. The roads I've walked. The words I've spoke. The decisions I've made.

One heart with one mind, so much left to see. One life, one chance, to make dreams come true. These days, these nights, they're never long enough. It hurts, it kills, but I will carry on.

Because I know that when a hero dies, a legend is born.

This could be your one last moment, your one last breath. So take every second for what it is and rest.

Rest when you fucking die.