As the immortal phoenix, though I may fall and become nothing but ash, I shall rise again. Even though the world around me heads into the pit daily, it is there that I find the reasoning of the sick, hurting, and lonely souls, it is there where I feel at home amongst the fallen, who will once again like the phoenix of old, rise from the ashes. It is the sense of self that is your immortality, it is here where you find your heading. I have searched many long and short years for the answers to the reasoning behind the pain in this world. Time and time again I have been answered with this. It is opportunity. Opportunity to help others rise from the ashes like the immortal phoenix, that seemingly damned fiery bird.
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