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For Everything

You lazy sonofabitch.

When are you going to get off your goddamn couch and take a risk?

How much longer are you going to wait for it?

Go take it. 

Become it. 

Stop being a coward. 

Drown the doubt.

Now it is the time for radical action. 

Put down your screen

And find out what your life means. 

Jump. 

Fly. 

Live 

before you die. 

You will regret the chances you never take more than 

the mistakes you make. 

Be brave. 

Take the stage. 

Drop the mask. 

Act as if it’s inevitable.

Know that it is possible. 

You weak sonofabitch,

stuck in a terrible state of mind,

what could you find if you actually tried?

Search your soul.

See how deep it goes.

Ignite your spirit.

It’s time for the third act. 

Bring hope back. 

Believe like you used to. 

Don’t harden. 

Harvest your garden.

Remember the seeds you planted years ago?

Now they grow. 

You are your home for all your dreams,

and every possibility. 

You arrogant sonofabitch,

Flip the switch! 

Change the script. 

You prideful dick!

You’ve taken so many hits. 

You didn’t make it through all of that just to quit. 

You survived everything, haven’t you?

HAVEN’T YOU??

Rise, DAMMIT!

This is not where it ends. 

Shine, DAMMIT!

This is not where you end!!

Climb, DAMMIT!

This world needs some damn hope, doesn't it?

For the kids, Kid!

For the future!

For the good in the world!

For the rebels!

For Love!

For Life!

For you!

For me!

For what life could be!

For everything!




CH 6/18/26

 
 
 

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