If you truly desire greatness, you must first know what makes you weak. And more importantly – live with an open heart

Sometimes you have to fight to get your point across. You know, like how dead serious you are about something.

The concept of perfection doesn’t exist. Nobody’s perfect. And that’s exactly why human society has grown so much. It’s the idea of perfection that drives us to improve, develop, and make things better.

It's all meaningless. No matter what dreams or hopes you had. No matter how blessed a life you've lived. It's all the same if you're shredded by rocks. Everyone will die someday. Does that mean life is meaningless? Was there even any meaning in us being born? Would you say that of our fallen comrades? Their lives...were they meaningless?

No, they weren't! It's us who gives meaning to our comrade's lives! The brave fallen! The anguished fallen! The ones who will remember them...are us, the living! We die trusting the living who follow to find meaning in our lives! That is the sole method which we can rebel against this cruel world!​