In These Words Lies All His Power:

Try To Live With The Same Intensity As A Child. He Doesn't Ask For Explanations; He Dives Into Each Day As If It Were A New Adventure And, At Night, Sleeps Tired And Happy.

The Warrior Remembers The Past.

I Recalled How Much Time I Had Spent Fighting For Something I Didn't Even Want. Maybe Because I Had Been Too Lazy To Think Of Other Avenues To Follow. Maybe Because I Had Been Afraid Of What Others Would Think. Maybe Because It Was Hard Work To Be Different. Perhaps, Because A Human Being Is Condemned To Repeat The Steps Taken By The Previous Generation Until A Certain Number Of People Begin To Behave In A Different Fashion. Then The World Changes, And We Change With It.

The Trouble With Words Is That They Give Us The Illusory Sense That We Are Making Ourselves Understood As Well As Understanding What Others Are Saying. However, When We Turn Around And Come Face-to-face With Our Destiny, We Discover That Words Are Not Enough.

Blaming The Government For All The Bad Things That Happen.