We don't inherit the land from our ancestors; we borrow it from our children.
Freeing yourself was one thing, claiming ownership of that freed self was another.
No man's knowledge here can go beyond his experience.
The reality is: sometimes you lose. And you’re never too good to lose. You’re never too big to lose. You’re never too smart to lose. It happens.
Poetry is the language of the soul, spoken in the rhythm of the heart.