Like all humans, I have done my fair share of wrong things, and when I say wrong; I mean things that hurt others around me. I was surrounded by my egoistic view of life, and I won’t lie to you, I still am. There’s only me and nothing else. But that nothing else is me, so why the hell should I hurt myself in the nothing else of others; who are not there because they are nothing else of my own and thus it comes back to me again. That’s why I still live in that self-centered view of life; I realized if I want abundance, I have to not do that which I wouldn’t want to be done to me. And let’s be honest we all fall into it and do that which we wouldn’t want to be done to us. But it is. Life goes on. The cycle repeats itself until we learn and once we learn. It expands. And once it expands. We learn new things. But you know? Fuck you! There is no we, or you. Just I. Would I want to kill myself? Would I want to steal from myself? Yeah. I would until there’s nothing left of myself. Destruction, Annihilation, extensive deconstruction; that’s why I did it, I hurt you, I hurt myself, I hurt everything we were built on, all the principles; trust, courage, integrity, peace, harmony, loyalty. I burnt it all down, so we r stripped to the core. I’ve pulled you into a black hole with me. For what? I don’t know. But I do know this, where we arrived is a place where no else did. We can talk it out. And again. It’s just I talking to I. I me. I you. I him. I am. Just that, what else is walking around? God? Well, it can’t be proven nor disproven. So let’s just not get into that. I don’t regret it, but I sometimes wish I didn’t do it, if I could I would go back and undo it, but I can’t, time travel is impossible, I did what I came here to do, and now I gotta live with it. I gotta live with myself, good or bad; whatever you see me as, I gotta live with! And in order to live with myself I gotta be able to accept myself, I gotta be able to kill myself, kill the destroyer, destroy the destroyer. Burn him down, and just get it over with….

It is without a doubt a feeling of despair, to be so dull and naïve that you allow yourself to be driven by the utmost unfeasible reality. No more than a tiger scratches a tree to eat, you yourself are the apple that fell.