I Would Welcome A Friendship

A Mother's Love Liberates.

Anger Is Like Fire. It Burns All Clean.

You Can Only Become Great At Something You Are Willing To Sacrifice For

We Write For The Same Reason That We Walk, Talk, Climb Mountains Or Swim The Oceans — Because We Can. We Have Some Impulse Within Us That Makes Us Want To Explain Ourselves To Other Human Beings. That’s Why We Paint, That’s Why We Dare To Love Someone- Because We Have The Impulse To Explain Who We Are. Not Just How Tall We Are, Or Thin… But Who We Are Internally… Perhaps Even Spiritually. There’s Something, Which Impels Us To Show Our Inner-souls. The More Courageous We Are, The More We Succeed In Explaining What We Know.

To Those Who Have Given Up On Love: I Say, "trust Life A Little Bit.