Man struggles to survive, not to succumb

Everyone has their own way of learning.

Instead of noting down things I’m unlikely to forget, I will write a poem. Even if I have never written one before and even if I never do so again, I will at least know that I once had the courage to put my feelings into words.

The great wisdom of life is that we can be masters of the things that try to enslave us.

All statutes to the contrary are revoked.

An awareness of death encourages us to live more intensely.

How is it possible for the beauty that was there only minutes before to vanish so quickly?