I see people around me, see them in their everyday lives. How can they be so happy? How can the foolishly see the world and think everything is alright when suffering charges at the world with all it's might?
In some point of my life I envied them, envied their blindness and their apparent happiness... But the point of this is not drowning in sorrow and despair, falling in the endless pit of apathy; to the contrary, is keeping the resolve, which may be hard in a first instance, but in the end rewards.
Until then, until the race is finished and the witnesses see the truth, I shall and must stand relentless, no matter what happens, no matter what is in front of my path, for the Lord shall be with me...
