Freedom like you've never tasted

None of us know how long we have.

This life guarantees few things, but unpredictability and death are definitely on the menu for all of us.

So what does it mean to fight for your life? Is it only something we do when we are in immediate dire danger?

Seems like I’ve been fighting for my life for a while now.

What the F^CK am I doing here if I’m not clawing, and scraping, and trudging, and suffering… for no other reason than to drag the best GODDAMM version of myself that could exist to the forefront?

I have always felt like I battled, and was consistently losing in my fight for my life. I have been kicked and dragged. I was made to feel unloved, unworthy, mockable, delusional…I had to fight against ALL of that to protect what I knew was possible.

Every damn day

Every damn second

For decades.

And f^ck I’m glad I did it.

Because this life, right now, means I can die a happy man.

And that my friends, is freedom like you’ve never tasted.

This cover is for Roy Beckwith: Cursed Continent… by @thazawrapp coming soon.