There's Way Too Much Pain

It Is Better, I Think, To Grab At The Stars Than To Sit Flustered Because You Know You Cannot Reach Them... At Least He Who Reaches Will Get A Good Stretch, A Good View, And Perhaps Even A Low-hanging Apple For His Efforts.

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.

How Many People Long For That "past, Simpler, And Better World," I Wonder, Without Ever Recognizing The Truth That Perhaps It Was They Who Were Simpler And Better, And Not The World About Them?

Nostalgia Is A Necessary Thing, I Believe, And A Way For All Of Us To Find Peace In That Which We Have Accomplished, Or Even Failed To Accomplish. At The Same Time, If Nostalgia Precipitates Actions To Return To That Fabled, Rosy-painted Time, Particularly In One Who Believes His Life To Be A Failure, Then It Is An Empty Thing, Doomed To Produce Nothing But Frustration And An Even Greater Sense Of Failure.

I Will Follow It, Though I Know So Well Now The Deep Wounds I Might Find. For As Long As I Believe That I Am Walking The True Road, If I Am Slain, Then I Die In The Knowledge That For A Brief Time, At Least, I Was Part Of Somethin Bigger. This Road Has Perils And I Will Surely Die On It,but, I Am Not Afraid To Die.