While your heart is still younger than the world

and you have to love, before you had to breath, you had to love, and every breath since, has been in its envy.

You have to love because that is all the world is made of, from the brightest star, to smallest stone, though grey and dull in solitude, and slow and simple in material, it is a life that only by your breath might be disturbed but most of all you must, 
because you must hate.

And you must hate, you must hate all that would hate, and you will be hated for it.

You must be as kind and just in the serving of your hate, as you must be in that of your love, and you will be loved for it, but you must hate that too, because it will leave you every time you greet it.

You must fall into all things consciously unknowing, watchfully waiting for only the truth solidify itself at your gaze, behind your mind, always in frightful delight.

Never should the tides of thought break your love of the world, for your fears are its fears.
In them you are unreal.

You must question your teachers, dance with your lovers, sing with your friends, and drink with your enemies.

You must be kind to the good, tiring to strong and testing to those of greed.

And you must sleep in your own bed, whether it is owned by you or not.

You must be painful to the wicked, and boring to the fantastical, because they are you, and you, you must set ablaze all the fire of your time, in utter, speechless delight.
Never waiting for the chance to wait.

You must only succeed,
And where you fail, succeed to learn, always silent in your Humility, lest the world steal its beauty from your eyes.

While your heart still feels younger than the world.

You must remain good.