Children don't understand, when things aren't given. The single parent struggling to provide; how they sacrifice themselves, by sweeping their dreams and goals under the table, just to bring bread and beans on the table.

Had it not been for empty, there would have been nothing to fill. Nothing to struggle with,  strive for or dream. Although fulfillment is our ending destiny, it's the getting there that builds character. That puts muscle in faith, and sweats out victory. Vigilance is the empty, that pushes all our nothings into something.

When water fountains start charging to drink, then you know we have a problem.

Victory, is like a boxer that hangs his gloves, after the consecutive losses; sometimes walking away is what builds character, than the actual fight. As humble fruit on a tree that falls to the ground and rots, never finding appreciation in the taste of mouths.

There is no pride when it comes to survival, only determination.

The greatest war every fought, and are still fighting, where more people have been defeated and died, is the war within.

Faith, is the road that goes straight past the gravel, and cloud-mesh dirt into a mirage, where still you believe to go straight, and when you finally catch up with it, it ends at a lake where you stretch your eyes across, but unable to glimpse the other side- so you jump in and swim, gliding each stroke with tiredness and swallow of water, you reach the end, put a hand out and pull yourself up on concrete, where the same road continues straight into another blue-white blur.