“Basically, we are all responsible for the preservation of our personal joy; but happiness is different. Joy is not circumstantial, happiness is. You can be depressed and still have joy. You can be suicidal and still have joy. We all stop thinking and we all stop talking and we all stop sharing and we all stop creating, because by doing any of these things we quickly find out just how unhappy we are. But that’s ok. That’s normal. Don’t let the fear of unhappiness cripple your pursuit of finding what it is you believe. Since joy is found in belief, we all have to push through unhappiness to find joy. Basically.”—Twenty One Pilots
It’s dark out here and I don’t know what I’m doing, but I see a light, so I will follow it. They tell me that the light is bad, that it will consume me, that it will incinerate me and leave me but cinders, but that light is the only hope I see out here in the dark. Everyone else has their own agenda, looking out for themselves and those closest about them, they don’t mind the dark because they keep the worthless things they love so close that they are the only things they see. Not I, I see a light in the darkness that they choose to ignore, so I will fly to it. If it kills me like they say it will, and my corpse is left where the light killed me, then I want my body left there, bathed in that light where everyone can see me, so that despite being a creature of the darkness, my body will forever be seen in the light.