Lust for life, not a sin, not a shame, but the pulse that drags me back from the abyss. Plato, forgive me. I will not exile desire to shadows. Augustine, forgive me. I will not call the body a prison. Schopenhauer, forgive me. I will not curse the will that burns in me. I have failed you all, because I chose the fever over the silence, the hunger over the hollow calm. I lust, therefore I live. I ache, therefore I endure. I want, therefore I am. And if this is weakness, then let me be weak forever, for in weakness I find the only strength that keeps me alive.