In love we find out who we want to be, in war we find out who we are.
Today’s young people want to know everything about everyone. They think talking about a problem will solve it.
I come from a quieter generation. We understand the value of forgetting, the lure of reinvention.
It is easy to blame your lot in life to some outside force, to stop trying because you believe fate is against you.
It is easy to think that where you were raised, how your parents treated you, or what school you went to is all that determines your future.
Nothing can replace the strength and comfort of one’s faith, but sometimes the simple act of making your bed can give you the lift you need to start your day and provide you the satisfaction to end it right.
They all understood that life is hard and that sometimes there is little you can do to affect the outcome of your day.
In battle soldiers die, families grieve, your days are long and filled with anxious moments.
You search for something that can give you solace.
That can motivate you to begin your day, that can be a sense of pride in an oftentimes ugly world.
But it is not just combat.
It is daily life that needs this same sense of structure.
But there is also a merely morbid and fidgety curiosity about one’s self—the slop-over from modern psychology—which surely does no good?
The unfinished picture would so like to jump off the easel and have a look at itself!
And analysis doesn’t cure that.