Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage,And then is…

‘To thine own self be true’ Polonius, Act 1 Scene 3, Hamlet

You can die for a cause, but you can live for a reason.

I think a vast amount of people in the West are lost and have been for a very long time. That’s why they follow blindly.

Everything around us, this day to day existence, stops us from being who we really are.