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.

We all have same beginning (BIRTH), and we will have same ending (DEATH). So how different can we be?

He cried that night for all that he had lost, but he would say it taught him a valuable lesson: that holding on to things "will only break your heart.

Timing is everything. That´s right. Which is why our sages tell us to repent exactly one day before we die." But how do you know it´s the day before you die? I asked. He raised his eyebrows. "Exactly

Strangers are just family you have yet to come to know.

Each affects the other, and the other affects the next, and the world is full of stories, but the stories are all one.

We don't see what we could be. We should be looking at our potential, stretching ourselves into everything we can become.