If you were to walk to the water's edge and stare out,

you'd swear there's a point where the ocean meets the sky,

where these mirroring worlds coexist. meets the sky.

Where these mirroring worlds coexist, their rules, their truths, their realities exposed,

condensed to nothing.

It's at this very point that life is rediscovered, where possible is recreated.

Never a pursuit for the feign of heart. No, because heart is what carries you through.

Never a battle for the conformists,

because to follow is to surrender.

This pathway in the sky is reserved.

Reserve for those willing to construct their own ladders and climb them to the impossible.

For those who risk falling back to earth, knowing that never leaving the ground is a fate far worse.

It's a journey that's not for them or him or her.

It's for that little voice in your head that wonders just how far you can go.

See, at the end of the day,

just before you close your eyes, you'll know.

You'll know whether you had anything left to give.

Whether you followed your heart and fought with your soul.

Never has the moment been greater, never the opportunity more plentiful.

This universe is yours to be transformed and manipulated, rebuilt in your image, And while some look back at life,

within the confines of ordinary, others look forward.

Towards that spot where the ocean meets the sky,

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