Perhaps it is fitting that the best of our kind are so plagued with sadness, having seen so much of it themselves, the desire to inflict the same in those around them never truly takes root.
If age was the only begetter of wisdom, then why are we not lead by corpses?
Politics is the means in which realists fight for ideals.
To stand for elections is the means to be a politician, in standing for principle however is the means in which one is called a leader.
Such is the painful lesson is war, that in life those that lay lead dead on the battlefield could not see the bond in one another and killed each other. Sharing the same womb of the earth in extinction as brothers share the same womb from they took existence. Made to be brothers in death simply because they could not see the brotherhood they shared in life.
Not finishing what I set out to do in life before dying is not my greatest fear, no not having someone to pick up where I left off is.
To be progressive is to have the courage to try to see through the fog of doubt that blocks the path forward, make out what is yet to come, in a journey where others focus their gaze on what is and what was.
Great men often are like great trees, in reaching for the sky they climb ever higher, paying no heed to the comforting shade they provide below.
Just as a child clings to his parent, it, in fear of the night that dare engulf it, so to will our democracy will cling to education and the educated against the encroaching darkness of hate. For it is the open door of a school that leads to open door of the polling booth. It is imperative that we understand that by empowering the parent, we empower the child.
In humility lies the beautiful contradiction, in possessing it a man lowers himself in his own eyes, yet it elevates him in the eyes of others.