If the destination is heaven, why do we scramble to be first in line for hell?

Love is a given, hatred is acquired.

Happiness in the present is only shattered by comparison with the past.[only if the past was better...if it was worse then you feel good that life is getting better]

Why ask why? If it's raining it just is.

Being sorry is the highest act of selfishness, seeing value only after discarding it.

As the fly bangs against the window attempting freedom while the door stands open, so we bang against death ignoring heaven.

Born to be wild - live to outgrow it.