We all have demons in the dark corners of the soul, but if we bring them into the light, the demons shrink, weaken, fall silent, and finally leave us in peace.
War is the military's work of art, the culmination of their training, the golden brooch of their profession. They have not been created to shine in peace.
In the end, you only have what you have given.
If I write something, I fear it will happen, if I love someone too much I fear losing them; however, I cannot stop writing or loving...
We are all now at an age to throw overboard the feelings that serve no purpose and keep only those that help us live.