Even when I was in third grade I thought there was here (at the time ‘here’ was South Africa — the place where everyone in the world lives), and there was this country across the sea called “overseas”. The place my dad went to work, and where all the rich kids in school went on

One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a debate that goes on inside people. He said, “My son, the battle is between two ‘wolves’ inside us all. One is Evil. It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, and ego. The other is good. It

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“I would love to kiss you” “The price of kissing is your life” Now my loving is running toward my life shouting, “What a bargain! Let’s take it!”

I’m just going to say it. Life’s too short to be patient. I know this isn’t considered a ‘mature’ or well-rounded view, but its a human one, and its realistic. Life really is short, and so is my patience. The older I get the less regard I have for this so-called virtue.