In the faculty of failure, mediocrity is never an optional course!
I want to be a transitory fallen, lifted up by virtues every time.
Fallen. Who tracks our footsteps, I wonder? We who are the forgotten, the discounted and the ignored. When the path is failure, it is never willingly taken. The fallen. Why does my heart weep for them? Not them but us, for most assuredly I am counted among them. Slaves, serfs, nameless peasants and labourers, the...
Still, despite all our noise, this universe hinges on a melody, that’s the dismal truth of it. Oh, we can propagandize all we wish, it doesn’t change the fabric of things. This universe was not made for the fallen, only the redeemed.
Rule number 2 – don’t listen to me!” Arriane laughed, “I’m certifiably insane!
The environment has fallen to the wayside in politics.
Bottom line? As much as youwanted someone to change and believed they could, they were in control of their life. Not you. And you could throw yourself against the wall of their choices until you were black-and-blue and dizzy as hell, but unless they decided to take a different road, the outcome wasn’t going to...
For the time beingWords scatterAre they fallen leaves?
Destiny was a machine built over time, each choice that you made in life adding another gear, another conveyor belt, another assemblyman. Where you ended up was the product that was spit out at the end—and there was no going back for a redo. You couldn‟t take a peek at what you‟d manufactured and decide,...
I viewed my fellow man not as a fallen angel, but as a risen ape.
It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no farther.