One must know what is important. Try hard enough and they will find out, think hard enough and they will get scared from the reality of it.
Remember those who cared, those whose bodies are worn from struggle. The ones who cannot be fixed, like crumpled paper: never the same.
Scarred by a choice.
Remember the ones who led, those who struck the chords of fear into hearts, stopping the beat in its tracks.
Pain reflective of theirs.
Remember the ones who died. Ones who couldn't make it through the turmoil, they lost it all in the blink of an eye. Everything changed.
Remember the ones who cried. Those who wept away their sorrows, screamed out to be heard. Those who needed help and were too broken to let it stay inside any longer.
Remind the wretched of whom they are, as ones who deny themselves constantly, yet are only concerned with themselves.
Then remember the bastards, those who interfered with the success, tore it down and swept it away like a house of cards. Passive aggressive and bitter.
Remember the masterminds. Those who made it possible. Those who risked it. Those who needed it, to fill a void in their life, so alone and helpless.
They broke the ground beneath their feet and arose from the turmoil, standing above obstacles and feeble underlings who crawled to them. They were respected and successful, feared and loathed.
Now, remember your journey.
Your rise and fall from grace.
The tragedy and successes you had.
The pain you suffered through.
The happiness you once had.
But most importantly, remember that you were alive.
I did it for me. I liked it. I was good at it. And, I was really... I was alive.- Walter White