
Very rarely do the best things in life fall into our laps; we have to work for them.

My strings are being pulled, this time by a different puppet master.

Delusional or not, maybe if I believe in a better world with enough conviction, and convince others to believe it as well, then it will be real.

No matter what there always seems to be something clouding my existence, nothing is ever clear.

Together, we overcome the drought of happiness and goodness, by seeing our glasses half full and helping fill others' glasses back up with love.

Looking at the glass half full seems to help others do the same and help fill their glasses too.