I must be doing something write. There’s the wind again. Love you too father. Don’t know what the winds meaning is? Me either, but you could look it up right?
How could I be what the world needs?
I’m nothing.
I’m the worst.
I actually am.
I may be the worst person alive.
That’s how I feel.
Maybe I’m better than you though?
I’m not scared of a little wind, I am the wind.
I’m not scared of your rain, because I am the water.
I’m not scared of the earth, because I will return to the soil.
I’m not scared of your fire, because I’m always angry.
I’m no longer scared of my ghosts, because I am their ghost now.
Are anons elemental warriors?
Are you Fire?
Are you Earth?
Are you Air?
Are you Water?
Are you spirit?
What is Trump?
What am I?
Who is the Magician?
Who is the last Air Bender?
Is Trump?
Am I?
Can I be Korra?
Can I be Aang?
Am I both?
Why did I like that show?
Why do I like what I like?
Why am I me?
Why are you you?
Why are we here?
Father, open their ruby eyes.
We are ready.
We have trained.
Now we fight.
Be the wind at my back, the water in my body, the earth between my toes, the fire in my belly, and the spirit that guides me.
Help me use the tools I was born with brethren. I want to help you use yours.