We Can Only Lose What We Have

People Are Like Books, Unknown Until They Are Opened.

It Has Been A Mistake Living My Life In The Past. One Cannot Ride A Horse Backwards And Still Hold Its Reins.

Those Willing To Trade Freedom For Certainty Are Certain To Find The Cure Worse Than The Ailment.

Like All Living Things, Love, Too, Struggles Against Hardship, And In The Process Sheds Its Fatuous Skin To Expose One Composed Of More Than Just A Storm Of Emotion-one Of Loyalty And Divine Friendship. And Though It May Be Temporarily Blinded By Adversity, It Never Gives In Or Up, Holding Tight To Lofty Ideals That Transcend This Earth And Time- While Its Counterfeit Simply Concludes It Was Mistaken And Quickly Runs Off To Find The Next Real Thing.

There's No Problem So Big That Whining Won't Make It Worse.