Moving to this City has changed me in many ways. I am quite plainly no longer who I once was. I am more aware of who I am, what my ideals are and what I want from this life. I stand alone and unwavering in who I am, I used to wonder if I was right or normal or if I should change but no more. This City has a way of making you see the best and the worst in yourself whether you want to or not. It makes it brutally apparent that I have flaws, huge gaping scars that shape who I am. Some I have overcome. Some I have accepted. Some tear me apart. Its hard living someplace that is so hard and honest which is why some cannot make it hear. You cannot hope to try and hide and not accept who you are here if you do you will become one of those steely jaded statues that roam this city. This forced process of self discovery and newfound self awareness is why this City is the maker of greatness.
Greatness is never made from perfection it cannot be found in sunny places. It is found where the universe has cast great devastation and heartache. Greatness is forged from the ruins of humanity, when all that is left is but one tiny almost invisible spark of hope lodged deep within one human being. This spark is then beaten and battered and cast about until it either dies or bursts into a clarion flame that rebuilds humanities hope in itself.
This is Greatness.
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