Everyone Dies. It Is How One Lives

There Is A Wide World Out There, Full Of Pain, But Filled With Joy As Well. The Former Keeps You On The Path Of Growth And The Latter Makes The Journey Tolerable.

I Loved To Read And To Write, But Then Something Happened. As I Made My Way Through School, I Kept Getting Handed Books To Read That Didn't Excite Me And Didn't Even Remotely Connect To The Realities Of My Life.

Selfishly, Perhaps, Catti-brie Had Determined That The Assassin Was Her Own Business. He Had Unnerved Her, Had Stripped Away Years Of Training And Discipline And Reduced Her To The Quivering Semblance Of A Frightened Child. But She Was A Young Woman Now, No More A Girl. She Had To Personally Respond To That Emotional Humiliation, Or The Scars From It Would Haunt Her To Her Grave, Forever Paralyzing Her Along Her Path To Discover Her True Potential In Life.

There Is No Pain Greater Than This; Not The Cut Of A Jagged-edged Dagger Nor The Fire Of A Dragon's Breath. Nothing Burns In Your Heart Like The Emptiness Of Losing Something, Someone, Before You Truly Have Learned Of Its Value.

But What Of Faith? What Of Fidelity And Loyalty? Complete Trust? Faith Is Not Granted By Tangible Proof. It Comes From The Heart And The Soul. If A Person Needs Proof Of God's Existence, Then The Very Notion Of Spirituality Is Diminished Into Sensuality And We Have Reduced What Is Holy Into What Is Logical.-drizzt Do'urden