My experiences may limit my knowledge of the world but I know enough.
You either rise above the brush or sink down into it. More people sink into it. More people fall into a reiteration of what they did last. Going blindly into the brush to have who they are be smothered and killed. To never speak or stand up for once and say something. They mindlessly walk a path of doom and utter despair. I will not sink, I will not walk that path. I shall go into the brush and rise up and never cease to speak. To sink into the brush is to die. I will never stop to decline nor will I pass by and watch others slump into the coffin of their destiny. I will never fall into the brush.