The difference between right and wrong is a very small, constricted line that separates two very different planes of choice. On the one side is what is wrong, a medley of choices and opportunities so vast that they cloud our vision; and on the other is what is right, a single, isolated option so small that it seems dormant and obscure. Everything that is not this one right decision is wrong. There are many shades of wrong; there is only one shade of right.

The biggest problem people have when trying to understand matters of money is being unable to admit that money is acquired by being of value to society. The more valuable an individual is to society - value being calculated in terms of how many people benefit from their existence - the more money they will have. That is why capitalism works; because, if someone really wants to gain a larger amount of wealth, the way they do that is by becoming more valuable to society.

Nothing irks me as much as entering someone’s house without an invitation. It is at once uncomfortable and immoral. Two wrongdoings are inherent within; pride and thievery. Therefore, I have foresworn myself to never enter under a roof that is not my own without the express invitation of one who dwells therein.

A Merry Prospect

Let us build a vision you and I,
of all the days until we die.
Think not of fear or pain or woe,
think only of the places we can go.
And when at last our journeys cease,
let us find a place of closing peace.

Irony

Give love and be ignored.
Give everything and be despised.
Give nothing and be loved.

Think for a while. Is there anything that you have that you got completely by yourself, without the help or influence or input of any other person. If yes, then burn that thing for it will only breed your baser instincts. If no, then do not crave solitude, for it is much like death.

Do not torture yourself over what you cannot control: the weather, the time, the past or some future day.

Do not stop tormenting yourself over what you can: desires, opinions, decisions and sometimes today.

I have memories that I wish I could forget and dreams that I wish I could remember. Yet, when I think of both I realize that neither really matter. Memories are fleeting and deceitful, dreams are delusional and misinformed. They are both fabrications of the worst kind. They are both indispensable. 

It is impossible to give too much. The most that anyone can give is their life; since it is never wrong to die for someone, and dying for someone is the most that anyone can give, then it is obviously impossible to give too much. Therefore, never shirk from any opportunity to sacrifice on another’s behalf. Do not think for a moment that any gift is too great. Instead, give lavishly to everyone; on any and every occasion.