I can rise above that which is small in the world.
I can fly to such heights that the only thing between me and the sun is eight minutes of silence.
I can hear the music of the universe piercing the din of a thousand less significant cacophonies.
I can stand with trees.
I can remember the names and faces that swirl around me like leaves in the wind.
I can pay the highest compliment possible.
I can pass unscathed through a cyclone of indecision and regret.
I can see where I’m going.
I can choose a path that guarantees that none shall suffer the consequences of my existence.
I will not be a party to the destiny that awaits.
I will crush the filthy dreams of that broken-hearted multitude.
I will swim to the island in the middle of the sea, stand on the beach, and let the sun and the air gently carry the water away from my skin.
I will emerge victorious from the belly of resolute fate.
I will eat a cheeseburger.