The things that define us, what are they? Is it what we do, or what we want to do? If it's the former, then I don't know who I am right now. There is such a gap between what could and should be, and what is. Is the potential that swells within us really able to be grasped? Potential is nothing if it's not acted on. It's not hard to have potential. The effort, however, that is takes to pursue that potential in a world like this is something to behold. To those who can truly diligently follow those things which make them whole, a new reality is created. To those who can somehow find the courage to actually chase what drives them, and stare failure in the face time and time again, I applaud you. To those who somehow, some way make it through the darkness in a world full of shadows, your efforts are not in vane. A working class hero is sure something to be.