My Story

I’ve seen the worst in this mini life of mine, yet still I only mention the least.
I have experienced the most; how I’m still sane is a mystery.
I do not boast of misfortunes, privations, hardships, and insidious pain, but this I’ll tell—my story.
Peradventure a heart might be touched, a heart might be comforted, a heart might be healed.
No man has ever navigated the narrow passages and escaped the dark chasm I have, for every experience is unique.
Your story, too, is one in a million—keep your head up.

Many are the things in past times I would have died for, but this I’m willing to die for:
The Truth, the Life, and the Way—I will die for.

Why do we cleave to that which is not life, for the sake of death disguised in pleasure?
Why do we give all the substance of our youth, money, and time, only so that we can perpetuate the agony of our minds and the misery of old age?

This too I have seen—young but old, happy but miserable, free but a slave;
It’s an oxymoron of our age.