Ugh

The difficulties of this vida cannot cause me to succumb, for throughout, there will always be one light, and sometimes many, for my film is sensitive and detects the faintest happiness, the slimmest chance, the dying torch, causing me always to look forward instead of back, to know the future instead of remembering the past, and to feel the love instead of knowing the hate which has burned so deep, hidden so far down within that it cannot come up again without provocation; so far down that even my film cannot detect its light without being first admonished by the present.