I think we all grow forgetful of a lot of things. Forgetful of our lore, forgetful of our pasts. Our triumphs, but not our failures. We seem bound by them some days even..
I think we grow forgetful of who we are, what we are, and why that is so desperately important to remember.
Somewhere in there where we’ve come to forget, where something terrible was kindled so long ago out of fear and doubt…is still you.
And maybe you’ve come to stop feeling what it means to be moved, or allowed the strings of something else to choose for you…despite everything you’ve come to believe, you are still here.
You are still in there. You are still you.
There has to be more for us than this. Than this crippling fear, than this isolating doubt. Than this transmutation of hope and love into bitterness and apathy.
There has to be a way to escape these bonds. To cut the cords of our fears and doubts. To move again….to break free..
We need to remember again that there is more. There is more. We’re still here…
