We are what we tell ourselves we are.
Desires move our identity.
The story we tell ourselves about who we think we are
is why we do what we do.
We live in our stories and according to those stories.
Faith is our quest. Faith and responsibility
go hand in hand.
Faith gives us a narrative of hope.
To estimate the pain of others is lost on us. We discount the value of things that do not mimic […]
The day after I died. I fell in love with love. If we are all to die, then let […]
I love you without understanding how.
I love you, forthright with complexities and kindness;
I love you because I know no other way.
“I awoke from the nightmare of a cold world that I had created in my mind.
The emptiness in my eyes was filled by the power that flows from the light.
I saw that I was loved by the face in the mirror.” Tony Avitia
