To me it’s not what I can take from this world. But what I may be able to leave behind. Not a legacy to be remembered for me, but something more than I could ever be. Because I can’t tell you about tomorrow. But by looking at yesterday… I know what won’t work today. Looking throughout histories beyond my own. Hate or greed has paid for this world, tenfold and holding the change. Judgement has left innocence a bystander of collateral damage… Differences have torn us apart from a part that’s all of us. As it’s called survival. But what is truly surviving in the living or dying within all of us.
-Joshua Ryan Stewart