"You know in my old age I feel more and more like a dragon. I feel like I could just drift off and sleep for decades. Like the passage of time just goes faster and faster to the point that the faces of those I loved age to dust before my very eyes."

"I have watched the changing of the world and been disapointed when it stayed the same in all the ways that really needed to change."

"I have sat and watched as people made the same stupid mistakes generation after generation and throught it all the only thing that has truly remained the same is that people still hope. They still dream of a better tomorrow. They still want to make the world a better place."

"People still fight to make the world a better place. They just do not realize how long that endless war has been going on. How many eons it has waged ever forwards."

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Something I learned early on in life is that is can become necessary to swing your fists. That at times it is the only way forwards. It is not something that I enjoy or should be enjoyed, rather it should always remain a necessary evil that the world can not escape.

I will not stand on a soap box and spout words for you to hear on the matter. I hate being violent and what it entails. What it does to me, the adrenaline makes me sick to my stomach. The feel of the moment is nerve wracking. I hate it with every fiber of my being.

That being said sometimes on the road it was required to do the right thing or to just survive. Sometimes all I could rely on was swinging my fist and hopeing the other guy went down while I could still stand up.

Each victory only brought me closer to defeat.