This isn't mine, I'm just saving it here:

"When God is, God is no more,
When Man is, Man is seemingly finite.
This is not Man, but an illusion,
A vesture of darkness that shrouds
An infinite and eternal light.
When you pass into Oneness, into Unity,
You do not lose your identity,
But recover the One you had already lost
When you passed into the oblivion
Of temporal existence.
The oblivion of eternity is a remembrance,
Whereas the oblivion of this world
Is that of the oblivious nature of Man.
Each person will have a personal apocalypse,
A revelation that will shake off
The shackles of the world.
They will remove their transitory clothes
And don a robe of eternal glory,
And know infinitely
That they have always known,
Have always worn,
Have always been,
Always are,
And always will be -
A paradox. "

Sometimes a choice is set before us for which there is only one right course of action. No amount of thought can provide an alternative in such times. Despite how unfair or painful it might be, it is clear what must be done. It is then that the question is no longer of a worldly character. It comes down to a matter of morals and virtue. Should one stay true to one's sense of ethical conduct, or should they stray in order to attain that which they desire most? I greatly fear the answer to this question...

I've often thought of myself as a man of sacrifice. Many are the occasions in which I have given up what I wanted for the better of others. I suppose I'll continue to be such a person for as long as I'm an individual of reason and acceptance. But I often wonder... When is it my turn? When do I receive that obliging nod to go ahead and partake in what I very much desire? Will that time ever come? Perhaps. Perhaps not.