“What man actually needs is not a tensionless state, but rather the striving and struggling for some goal worthy of him. What he needs is not the discharge of tension at any cost, but the call of a potential meaning waiting to be fulfilled by him. ~ Victor E. Frankl” It can be easy to
Countless great mother/daughter stories already exist on the bookshelves, in blogs, movies, songs and pictures because we can relate to the love and connection, or disconnection, in them that is inherent in this special relationship. In Asian culture, girls are taught at a very early age to become a “best loving mother” in the future.
For your Heart, From Mine Our complex world offers geographic diversity (continents, countries, regions, etc.), and within it, has extraordinary amounts of living creatures. Within the laws of nature, survival of the fittest plays an important role. Yes, I believe that survival of the fittest is a natural way of living, and the survival part
I’m the middle child of six kids. My dad named me after his mother, Angela. I decided at an early age that I liked my name. My father’s name was Antonio and he was an only child an orphan. He would tell us kids that he decided he wanted to have a large family because he always
It hurts to live and re-live the moment. But if this can help you understand some mysteries of life then continue to read. I am only going to share the most deep moments of this vital and frozen time. As you know we connect and disconnect our machines on a daily basis. We connect with
I have heard many girls who want to grow up to be a princess. Not sure why they do but I am sure why I do not. As I grew older and started to read, watched all kind of news, history about royal family, with all their glamorous lifestyles, it all felt like a huge
It was an early autumn day. The sky was somewhat gray, the breeze was light but enough to bring chill air. Yellow and brown leaves filled the sidewalk. The late morning had all the symptom of an early sunset day. We arrived early. Walking in the main entrance of the church, my partner signed the
Saigon, Vietnam collapsed in 1975. Hundreds and thousands of South Vietnamese men were forced to go to a concentration camp, away from their family. I was 13; my youngest brother was 7 months old. Between the 2 of us are 4 more brothers, some of us remember little things about our dad, the 3 youngest