It is possible at any age to discover a lifelong desire you never knew you had.

I complain that the years fly past, but then I look in a mirror and see that very few of them actually got past.

A paranoid thinks that sinister forces are out to get him, not realizing that they are out to get everybody.

When you have brought up kids, there are memories you store directly in your tear ducts.

Does a rose exist that I might behold it? Or do I exist that a rose might be beheld?

Everything happens for the purpose of what you decide to do about it.

What happens if I do nothing?