Do You Realize That You Can't Play

There Is Power In Forgiveness.

I Grew Up In Athletics, Where People Keep Score.

There Is No Reality, Only Perception.

Like An Enemy I Knew As Intimately As Any Friend, I Came To Know The Nagging, Constant Emptiness Of The Incongruent Life. I Ignored Myself And Lived For People, Purposes, And Goals That Weren't My Own. I Betrayed Who I Was And Instead Accepted A Fictional Substitute That Was Defined From The Outside In.

Do You Realize That You Can't Play The Game Of Life With Sweaty Palms?