For the Lost.
I think often of who I could have been. If I were merely stronger, smarter... better. Could I achieve all I had set out to do? If I had done all I wished under the sun. If I had earned and warred and won.... would I be happy then? I am haunted by what could have been. I am haunted by what will be. I have lost more than I had ever thought possible. My dreams are dead, my spirit crushed, and I live only for the little death of sleep. I think fondly and bitterly of who I once was. How simple life had been. How unburden, idealistic and unbroken I had been. I had thought I had known suffering then. I had thought a body that rebelled with a being that was weak and a heart that was a coward was all that needed to be conquer. But I was a fool then, as I am a fool now. To live, is to know and to suffer. You will never be as strong as you can be. You will never achieve everything you've set your spirit to. You are weak. As I am weak. The greater the hunger for more. The less you will realis...
