I worry that drugs have forced us to be more creative than we really are.
It's my belief we developed language because of our deep inner need to complain.
If olive oil comes from olives, then where does baby oil come from?
Of all the things we've learned, we still haven't learned where did this desire to want to know come from?
Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's life. For better or worse. God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way.
A sobering thought: what if, at this very moment, I am living up to my full potential?