Wisdom in a box...

[Thargor]

Ever get the feeling you're meant to do something extraordinary?

 

A child is born to innocence. A child is drawn towards good. Why then do so many among us go so horribly wrong? What makes some walk the path of darkness while others choose the light? Is it will? Is it destiny? Can we ever hope to understand the force that shapes the soul? To fight evil, one must know evil; one must journey back through time and find that fork in the road, where heroes turn one way and villains turn another.

 

It is man's ability to remember that sets us apart. We are the only species concerned with past. Our memories give us voice and bear witness to history, so that others might learn; so they might celebrate our triumphs and be warned of our failures

 

There are many ways to define our fragile existence; many ways to give it meaning. But it is our memories that shape its purpose and give it context. The private assortment of images: fears, loves, regrets; for it's the cruel irony of life that we are destined to hold the dark with the light, the good with the evil, success with disappointment; this is what separates us, what makes us human. And in the end, we must fight to hold on to.

 

Maybe you have to figure out who you were, to be figure out who you wanna be.