But My Father, A Thief In Many

Desire Sets Our Compass, But Real Life Steers Our Course.

Young Men Go To War. Sometimes Because They Have To, Sometimes Because They Want To. Always, They Feel They Are Supposed To. This Comes From The Sad, Layered Stories Of Life, Which Over The Centuries Have Seen Courage Confused With Picking Up Arms, And Cowardice Confused With Laying Them Down.

Having More Does Not Keep You From Wanting More. And If You Always Want More - To Be Richer, More Beautiful, More Well Known - You Are Missing The Bigger Picture, And I Can Tell You From Experience, Happiness Will Never Come

The Most Inspirational Man I Knew Only Reached His Potential By Helping A Child Reach His.

Parents Rarely Let Go Of Their Children, So Children Let Go Of Them. They Move On. They Move Away. The Moments That Used To Define Them - A Mother's Approval, A Father's Nod - Are Covered By Moments Of Their Own Accomplishments. It Is Not Until Much Later, As The Skin Sags And The Heart Weakens, That Children Understand; Their Stories, And All Their Accomplishments, Sit Atop The Stories Of Their Mothers And Fathers, Stones Upon Stones, Beneath The Waters Of Their Lives.