You know what hell is? I’ll tell you; I’ve seen it. It lies at the end of life when you meet the person you could have become. It’s every day when you felt it was not enough or that you did nothing. That feeling is multiplied infinitely, because there is no hope of tomorrow. Tomorrow no longer exists. Last stop – end of the line. Tomorrow passed and no one is to blame for letting it go, except you.

These imaginings of what could be, which flitter about in your head, can be as permanent as the stars if you will it enough. All you must do is exert and make it so. With every action toward this cause, you prevent yourself, one step at a time, from arriving at the gates of hell – your own personal prison of tragedy.

This is why you must fight. This is why we all must struggle.