I hope, when you see me next and realize all that I have changed; you say to your self "I too, can do what this man has done."
When I look back at the desolate plain I once cohabited I am taken aback by the mountain my feet are currently a fixed. I say to myself "how, how did you ever make it here, how did you wind up there!" It is said that the light found inside darkness is much stronger than that which has always been embraced in light. I am neutral. How can I say that the light I emit is any greater than the lights of these righteous souls i live with now. Mine which was dipped in tar and thrown into a crevice how can I justly say that the light I currently have is greater? My own mental blockade. It too will pass. Pity is a form of what we call the יצר הרא but it is comforting to humble yourself in an uncomfortable way.
Any how, my story, my life it soon will become a beacon. And I hope that I can reach all the corners of this earth and the next to uplift any still trapped unwillingly in there crevice.