I must find a way to let myself be happy again. I must find a way to accept what is, what was, and what will be. The universe is, and we are.

This is my acceptance. Of my mistakes, of my misfortunes, of everything that makes me whole; flaws, follies, falls and all. Every tragedy and miracle that fills my storybook, I must take it with me with stride and pride.

For that is what makes me... me.