The Meekest Of Animals Will Fight Bravely

Is Yours An Honest Lament? ... Most Are Not, You Know. Most Self-imposed Burdens Are Founded On Misperceptions. We - At Least We Of Sincere Character - Always Judge Ourselves By Stricter Standards Than We Expect Others To Abide By. It Is A Curse, I Suppose, Or A Blessing, Depending On How One Views It... Take It As A Blessing, My Friend, An Inner Calling That Forces You To Strive To Unattainable Heights.

To View Current Events As A Historian Is To Account For All Perspectives, Even Those Of Your Enemy

We Need To Be Reminded Sometimes That A Sunrise Last But A Few Minutes. But Its Beauty Can Burn In Our Hearts Eternally.

But Love, Honest Love, Requires Empathy. It Is A Sharing—of Joy, Of Pain, Of Laughter, And Of Tears. Honest Love Makes One’s Soul A Reflection Of The Partner’s Moods. And As A Room Seems Larger When It Is Lined With Mirrors, So Do The Joys Become Amplified. And As The Individual Items Within The Mirrored Room Seem Less Acute, So Does Pain Diminish And Fade, Stretched Thin By The Sharing. That Is The Beauty Of Love, Whether In Passion Or Friendship. A Sharing That Multiplies The Joys And Thins The Pains.

It Is More Difficult By Far To Be Independent Of Our Own Inner Shackles Than It Is Of The Shackles That Others Might Place Upon Us.