sexta-feira, 2 de agosto de 2019

Not over yet

I guess I do not do things for myself.
I know the answers but I'm too bedazzled by the questions to bother.
You were told not to see what he sees, because that's not on your realm. Still you befriended the shadow.

You still won't see what he sees.
And it probably will reciprocate.

But if only you could see the way I see, these words may be of help.
They aren't obviously mine. I ain't that wise. Am just a dweller of these worlds.

If you feel like you can't handle the burden, there was the boy from Caelondia.
Listen. All this takes a lot of gettin' used to. And you get used to it... after a while.

In case you are somehow met with a task that seems too much for your shoulders, or there's a decision too harsh with an easy (easy as in betrayal) solution, there was one taken as scrap on the year 2300, aka the future.
I'm sorry but... I cannot afford to lose anything else... Not my precious memories, or my irreplaceable friends... Humans have taught me much. Crono, Marle, Lucca, Frog, and Ayla... I will not betray my friends.

When hell breaks loose, remember of the companion that was there from the very beginning...
There's no way he's going to hold me back again! This time, we fight together!

I hope that time never comes, but if they ever seem to trump you, and make you feel like you are too small to fight back, remember the fiery corridors in which a father guided his son to freedom.
Never give up. Trust your instincts.

One I really like, from a simple terran who faced chaos. You may have heard it before, but I think it's always important to remember.
But it's our sweat and blood that will make it happen. After everything that we've been through, past all the fire and fury, the one thing I know is that we can count on each other to get the job done. Or die trying, if that's what it takes. Because some things are just worth fighting for.

And whenever past comes to bite your butt, there was an orphan bounty hunter.
My past is not a memory. It's a force at my back. It pushes and steers. I may not always like where it leads me, but like any story, the past needs resolution. What's past is prologue.