The Chains That Hold Us

The Chains That Hold Us

Many days and even many more sleepless nights I have sat and wondered what my destiny really was. What was my place in this dark place? Did I even have one? So many times I have lain awake, motionless, locked in a haze, unable to even dream. From the time I was a boy, I always knew, without question that there were great and wondrous trials for me to overcome.

Along the way I found myself a leader of men surrounded always by hangers on, yet always alone. The path I walked had curves where it was straight for others. I stood out even when I wanted to blend in. It occurred to me that no matter who was around or how many people I came in contact with, I remained a loner. I worked in silence and turned away friends and relationships. Solitude, even self-imposed exile, was my way.

As I walk on, I find myself blessed with having beautiful people in my life. Their courage amazes me. I found out that a man's purpose is sometimes greater than he can understand. There are people who are held by invisible chains, closed in by imaginary walls that seem so real to them. I know now that within me lies the soul of a gladiator and the heart of a lion.

My world is for me to live in and my solitude is my burden to bear. They are also the tools I use to forge a will to survive, and lead others to realize their own dreams. So when you see me standing alone and doing things differently from the group, don't judge me too harshly. I must remain focused. I hunt alone.

We’re all trying to find our way to our own destinies. My destiny makes me walk a hard, lonely road, and I wouldn't have it any other way. I must be a Machine and always operate under any conditions. Whatever happens, whatever weather, day or night, the Machine keeps coming. To all the kids who have nothing to lose, keep your heads up and your fists clenched. Take hold of your destiny. We won't be chained down. We will fly.