Uncomfortable silence may sometimes be a preferable armistice to a war of words that can never be won. When conversing with those willing to embrace wanton self-destruction as the guiding principle of public policy, relying on rational arguments only leads to unnecessary acrimony. There is little that the art of democratic persuasion can accomplish when the national self-interest has already given way to the primal defense of personal emotions, and vested interests inimical to the public good. As...

Life is the only choice a fighter ever makes, indomitable is the spirit that bends but never breaks. When the time arrives when you must rise again, the courage of one is felt by all men. There is a journey to be resumed, a call that must be answered still, a life that must not be consumed by the fear that has so many killed. If reaching a heavenly destination is the definition of success, many are the obstacles that still must be surpassed, while traveling along a righteous, but godforsaken path....

Old age arrives when dreams are expelled from the realm of possibility. When tomorrow seems less welcoming than today, and imagination is enslaved by the present day. Bound to worries never set aside, even when the problems of the future are taken in stride. This is when old age arrives, when the future no longer bears the promise of many lives, and all possibilities collapse into one certainty: that tomorrow won't be better than today, all one has is what remains of this day. Heaven being so far...

Sensitive is the heart that easily understands another as well as himself. Communication lines rarely breakdown amid conversations marked by mutual emotional understanding, when there is a clear delineation of the invisible boundaries that restrain comments and questions pertaining to sensitive issues, some of which may not even be entirely germane. The needs of another are always taken into account, as questions chisel away a past personal history involving joyful or painful memories that remain.

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The most convincing lies are the lies we tell ourselves. They are tailored to dress our weaknesses. They are tailored to conceal ourselves. I once loved a woman only by first lying to myself. I refused to see her faults, despite knowing her so well. My blindness was my weakness, my refusal to confront myself. You can never be true to another, unless you are first true to yourself. The true definition of beauty one is sometimes bound to forget… attractive bodies have a troubled history, and blindne...

Leaving behind your loved ones is never an easy task, but no family life is made whole again by chaining yourself to the past. There comes a time when a man must leave his former self, escaping the mindless servitude of a life that renders him perennially unwell, travelling to a foreign land where he may find a new home. The goal is not to escape from himself, but simply to escape from the person he would become if he no longer feared Hell. A person that no longer complains about the problems that...

If music were a personal expression of the human condition, an accession into a heaven of melodic beauty and harmonic progression, where words were imbued with the lifeblood of the artist, meant to exude true feelings and emotions, harnessed by uncompromising talent for a compromised market, where the tempo is set by the heartbeat of life, helping us cope with the day´s early strife, than I would be its number one fan, for music would comprise the soul of man.A lifetime I spent believing this to b...

When a body is broken, but a spirit is never slain, courage has no greater token than a faith that never wanes. Murdered under orders for offering divine guidance, the memory of the martyrs should never be silenced. They all faced persecution, remaining steadfast to the end. They all faced execution for a love that all transcends. Answering every lie solely with the Truth, having lost their lives for an eternity far from view, but to their hearts always close, with a courage meant for few. They we...

The true distance separating two human beings cannot be bridged solely by our eyes, as beauty never truly touches the heart, while silence keeps two souls apart. Even when a silhouette astounds the eyes, a woman´s true splendor remains disguised. A man only knows he has met his wife, when life is inconceivable without her by his side. Two souls united in one flesh, two lives eternally enmeshed. The promised companionship of a wife transforming a mundane existence into an extraordinary life. But th...

My Son,

There comes a time when all is taken away... but when there is nothing left to lose, there is everything left to gain. A man falters along his way, abandoned by his muse, accompanied by his pain. Dreams of companionship that never lived past yesterday, mornings of solitude that rise but never lay. To lose one´s bearings and sense of direction is to wander aimlessly, staring at mirrors of dejection. Seeing whom you once were, redefining whom you presently are, choices you can no longer defer...

Andre my dear,

Lest you decide to waste another year, the facts of life should be made clear. How can you be alive in Christ by being dead to the world? Even your salvation is priced, a cost unpaid in the dreamworld. So pay attention to what I say, you better learn how to care, this could be your final day: you don't have the time to spare! Why worry about others, when nobody worries about yourself? In this unforgiving social order, it is every man for himself! A life of competition leaves no time...

So much have I to learn in life, but this much is clear to me: there is no greater sacrifice than the love of Christ for me. His humility conquered pride, his compassion conquered greed. For my sake having died, for my sake he chose to bleed. All he ever asked in return: that in God I believe. From his life I should learn how myself not to deceive. His wisdom has been my guide, the only aid in times of need. Always walking by my side many times he took the lead.When surrounding darkness made me bl...

When challenging silence for a duel, only use your voice when knowing what to say, life is always cruel to those taking time for a fool: respecting silence never led anyone astray. But there is no point rendering advice if not following it myself: wisdom easily becomes a vice if unapplied to oneself. When trying to write, there is always so much to be said, but a hollowness inside garbled the words inside my head. Writing is pointless unless your words are true, but denuding my weakness will never...

A life of shared values, shared hopes and shared dreams. Companionship to fill the silence, envelopes bearing romance, a love reigning supreme. Two bodies interwoven, two souls eternally enlaced, coalescing into one being in a divine state of grace. A couple standing in defiance before the gale force winds of life. A relationship of mutual reliance where insensitivity was a crime. Undying love, unifying trust, conversations always rhymed. Being always gentle, always kind to my one and only future...

One soul in two bodies abides, separated by flesh, united by life. A heartbeat that fades but never dies. More than a dream, this was my life, for a few endless summers of blinding light. She was my girl, my chosen wife. The reason I laughed and the reason I cried: a love once carried so deep inside. What memories remain now come to life, at considerable strain of heart soul and mind. These were the days when love reigned supreme: a shared lifetime in a vivid dream. Her absence was pain, her heart...