They keep chasing us. To graduate, to get a job, to find somebody, to be this person, to be another person in the next hour, to forget ourselves for the rest of this world. Some of us give in; we lie limp on the floor, emptied of all the spirit we once had, drunk with the riches of this world and blithely unaware of the poverty deep in our souls. The others fight: there is no such thing as giving in, there is no such thing as giving up. It may take us by our necks, grab us by our ankles, push us against our bones, but the one thing it cannot take is our hearts. We fight to keep it pure, locked but not chained, whole and undeserving of what the world has to offer. This is a battle of being in the world but not of it, loving the present but not being held captive by it, being contented and dissatisfied at the same time.
The one thing nobody can take from us is our hearts, so What and Who are you going to give it to?
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