To Deny Our Pasts Is To Burn

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.

But More Than Brave, You Have Love. And Love Is Brave.

I Believe That Love Is The Choice We Make To Raise Ourselves And Others To The Highest Planes Of Existence.

Suffering Ceases To Be Suffering When We Form A Clear Picture Of It.

Sometimes Its Not The Strength But Gentleness That Cracks The Hardest Shells.