We wallow in our own murky wilderness, afraid to move. We roll down hillsides when we are defeated. We dare not swim, lest we drown. We are our own enemies.
Our thoughts are us. We are in essence a fiction manifest. A fluid in a solid form. We only melt in our worst, our best, in our dreams and in our minds. We believe not by learning, but by our thoughts.
We wallow in our own murky wilderness, afraid to move. We roll down hillsides when we are defeated. We dare not swim, lest we drown. We are our own enemies.