My religion and spiritual question has been the cause of my life. The source is a certain thing, I cannot open here but it’s okay. I wonder, because I question, and yet, in contradiction, I believe, so vehemently in my path, for many reasons, pure and impure. But I am me, and my Lord is One, and my freedom is nigh, and my question will die, soon, before long, I’ll see with my eye.
There’s freedom, then there’s Hell.
America should respect the sovereignty of other nations, despite its history of not doing so.
sometimes you inspire yourself. be real with yourself. this is where I am.
if my purpose isn’t to speak out then what is it? to remain a slave to this feeling of guilt forever? No I’m not perfect. I’m a sinner. I have no goodness but I cannot live without a purpose. Standing for justice is all I have. That is the only thing I have left.
we are all evil but would you let your evil convince you of what isn’t true? shame on you. believe in the truth till you die. the truth is greater than you.
Individualism is scarce. I love when I come upon it. It is peaceful, when it is in me and when it is in those around me. It is beautiful.
We live in a world of fakeness, pretentiousness, dishonesty, and shame.
Stop looking for my flaws. I already know I’m not perfect — I just think you don’t realize you aren’t.