Ignorance is avoiding that which stands in front of me out of the misplaced hope that it will put what I’m ignoring behind me. Instead, it’s most certain to drop it on top of me.

To intentionally pass on opportunity is to intentionally pass on living.

The world brazenly touts freedom as both the inalienable right and morally liberating justification to mindlessly play in the filth that lies all around me. And the slight bit of sanity that yet remains within me asks, ‘what raging madness would prompt me to incessantly wallow in the very things that will eventually swallow me?

Most of our losses began the day that we began neglecting what we have now lost.

The consequence of thinking that we can avoid a consequence is something akin to believing that jumping off a cliff only involves the jumping.

Will it take the death of me to finally learn that the things that I describe as success may very well be the death of me?

Why is it that crisis pushes me to my own devices when those devices are frequently the very things that produced my crisis in the first place?

The war on Christmas is waged of weakness and fed by vision blinded. It is a war of intellect blunted to stupidity and calling begging at the feet of cowardice.