In The End, We All Lose It.

I Have Tourettes Syndrome.

We Are Chained To That Which We Do Not Forgive

As We Walk Our Individual Life Journeys, We Pick Up Resentments And Hurts, Which Attach Themselves To Our Souls Like Burrs Clinging To A Hiker's Socks. These Stowaways May Seem Insignificant At First, But, Over Time, If We Do Not Occasionally Stop And Shake Them Free, The Accumulation Becomes A Burden To Our Souls.

Humanity Is Always Looking For The Next Great World, The Next Frontier. I Wonder How Different This World Would Be If We Were Content With Where We Were.

The Most Difficult Of Decisions Are Often Not The Ones In Which We Cannot Determine The Correct Course; Rather The Ones In Which We Are Certain Of The Path But Fear The Journey.