fight or flight part deux

The fuel for the fire that feeds the fight has ignited in a one hour space of enlightenment.

Truths flung hard around table tops from jaded mouths and hopeful mouths, hit a chord. The jaded ones have much to be that way for, the hopeful ones little... yet the latter release just enough hope to provide incentive.

There is purpose here in this life of chaos. And for the first time in near three years inside these walls, I feel as though I have set my eyes on mine.