It's easy to be cynical; harder is remembering that on any given day the person beside you on the subway or taking to long to pay for a tub of yogurt at the supermarket could be going through something tremendous and sorrowful and arduous.

It's nice to have one worry marched to the wings and forcefully thrown into the alleyway.

Are people happier with a smaller range of experiences?

Authority is permission to spew platitudes to people below you.

There has to be a better use for titanium than golf clubs.

I wonder what the difference is between love and lust.

People never realize how much work impacts there self esteem and sense of purpose until they leave a job.