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I don’t take life seriously in the sense that if my life, if all this—all this absurdity, all this beauty, all these things that I don’t understand and have yet to discover—ends tomorrow, I would still rest easy. I can detach at a moment’s notice from the chaos that pervades the world around me. But I take life seriously in the sense that I feel as though I’m called to do something—something important. I know that it is in my capacity to improve the lives of the people around me, to help them navigate this life, to help them see a certain truth.

Yes—there’s a chance that none of this may matter or make sense. There’s no guarantee that what I do in this life will make a difference. But I will absolutely fucking try.

If the choice is between the banal and the extraordinary, between delusion and truth, between misery and joy, between hatred and love, then the path is already clear.

I won’t apologize. I won’t hesitate. I won’t back down. And I will have no regrets if I fail.