"I don't know what I was seeking. I don't know what I had hoped to find.
When you waste away to a point where there's nothing left, that's when you find truth. When the clouds of desire are swept away by the cleansing winds of suffering, that's when you see clearest.
But can you let go of all that you cherish? For everything will be destroyed. Both joy and despair. And even if you do this, will it save you?
No one knows. You will never find yourself. You can only create that which is to be yours. Why are you afraid? Because my hands are unsteady, and my mind is ill. I can't change. I don't know how.
My search for that which made me happy was in vain. Just as well. A moment of happiness isn't meaning. It feels shallow to me. But I don't know any other way."
Can we all agree that speech is the best thing ever? Yes, I'm sure we can. Now for the more controversial question... how much truth do you think these words contain?