I had one craving all my life - for the power of self-expression in some imaginative form...On wednesday, I leave these lands again.As of the last one month, I am completely unable to make decisions, and when finally made, I am contorted and wretching with doubt. It is something which is absolutely alien to me, always have I been able to be decisive and rapid to come to my heart's desires, longings. Now, I churn with what could have been.Yet, when finally engulfed by my decision, I thrive like never before. The only hope is that the passion for destruction may be converted into a passion for life.
See original: A man can be destroyed but not defeated. [but why be destroyed?]
