Remember.

It is morning, and there are things to be done. There are errands to complete and a week's worth of hours to fill in the blanks. 

But as you make your stamps along the pavement, remember why you are. Remember the reasons you chose this path. If you don't like the path, then simply change direction; the consequences be fools for tempting you. 

Against a heart like your being, you are resilient to the lava that crawls toward you, trying to take you down. 

Within your chest, a beast of beauty inspires an evolution of the most epic of splendors. 

Remember, you are one of them—the great ones.