We all have faults and fault lines etched into our hearts but we’re still standing; standing for something. Problematic, I know. But this is all we got. So please, I’m begging you... wake up. We are the voice of a dying generation. Where most have tried and surrendered, I’m standing here before you. Kicking. Screaming. Until my lungs collapse. This is a dedication and eulogy to the past, present, and future. Speak. So hold up your hopes and lay down your guard. No matter what they say, this is all that you are. This is all that you are. And here I stand alone in this room recounting the days spent out on the road. Say what you will about me, say what you will about all of this. But you can never take away what I have given up. We are apart of something you’ll never understand. Joined not by blood, but by heart. You can spend a life time searching for meaning in all of this but you will wander forever. You can spend a lifetime searching but you must find yourself.