Fear can kill the mind, but ambition will hollow you out. When it's left uncheck, allowed to run with no moderation, that drive will push you to placed you never thought you'd be. Places you never wanted to be.

Can you fix someone? Mend all the broken part back together, or will the cracks still show no matter how expertly pieced together they are?

Some folks just want quiet. Tired of the dim of empty words and the weight of hollow actions. So when you fail to fix the world, the idea of a fresh start becomes so appealing.

How much can you blame something, or someone, who brings out the worst in you? Sure, maybe it amplifies those aspects, but you can't amplify something that was never there.

What does it mean to be chosen? It wear that kind of responsibility around your neck like an albatross around neck? To know, always, that there an expectation for you to live up to?

Is it good enough to have your goals met, or do you need to be the one to meet them? Is it about the goals or is it about you and the feeling of putting your stamp on the world? Can you let someone else have your glory?

What happens when you push past the line? Leave it so far behind you forget it was ever there. Is it worth trying to back track and find it again, or do you just keep forging a new path. A new you.

The only thing worse than being caught between a rock and hard place is not knowing that you are. Just a vague feeling of the walls closing in and the inevitable pushing down on you.

We all get lost. Just the nature of life. You wander off the path and soon find yourself in unfamiliar terriotry. Getting lost ain't the issue though, it's the getting found. Sometime by you, sometimes by something else.

When it's late and dark and all you're left with is you, it's hard not to think about how you got where you are. Question why you did this or that. Wonder about your past, and hopefully, your future.