So what do you call someone who's lost everyone? Mom, dad, sister, girlfriend, friends. A survivor? Or a walking time bomb?
You ever played Russian Roulette? They say once you pull that trigger, it changes you and you can't go back to who you were before you heard that infamous click, the sound of cheating death.
Seems like we're always thinking of ourselves when looking for something that's lost, but we never think much about the lost.
Behind every great fortune, there lies a great crime.
You can't force an agenda, Mr. Alderson. You have to inspire one.
You know that bullsh*t people say about how when you fall, you gotta get up. I reject that sh*t, man. You know why? The whole thing is a fall. You can't help. A perpetual state of grasping in the dark. It's not about getting up. It's about stumbling. Stumbling in the right direction.
People always told me, growing up, that it's never about the destination. It's about the journey. But what if the destination is you? What if it's always you?
Letting people in doesn't have to hurt but it can. Especially if they're the type of person that doesn't ask, that just forces their way in whether you want them to or not.
What if changing the world was just about being here, by showing up no matter how many times we get told we don't belong, by staying true even when we're shamed into being false.
You can't force an agenda, Mr. Alderson. You have to inspire one.