one's own guiding star

--and don't take my word for it, take your own word for it.

Take your own reaction, and mediate your gaze. Stare back at yourself and contend to contentment what everyone says is the justest cause.

We find ourselves concerned with ultimate morality, with penultimate kinks in our human mortality; with judgement such as only gods can deliver, because we want someone to say something about us, at all. We want to be worthy of anything, at all.

We'll be our own gods to create anything at all. We'll damn ourselves silly to see ourselves fall.

Yet, is it not true? Own worst critics, indeed. And own best supporters, in the intrivial ways only our bold fleshly bodies can recognize.

Only you can sate your own impossible hunger. Only you can flinch two lifetimes to the right.

It's two years on, and you've nothing to show for it. But you, my friend, have been changed, have been changed.

You can't stand staying the same. You have to be changed.

Starving and staying - part-time passive actions. You resist as you're able until your bars bend away.

You can't keep yourself. You must chase yourself. You must greet tomorrow.

Tomorrow brings change.

All these things, your beautiful body will say to you. All these thoughts fleeting freedom, when you feel the most trapped.

You are free within your mind. You can be. And someday, will.

The point is to be one's own guiding star.