The weapon of suicide bombarding is edgy to the point that you aren’t left with the probability of delivering retribution or rebuffing anybody; the fear-based oppressor is executed alongside his unfortunate casualties, his blood blending in with theirs.

We enjoy every moment. But days fly by in a blur of life. It’s like watching a clip in fast-forward. I’m like, ‘No, I’m still in it!’

Whenever we place our happiness and peace in anything outside of ourselves, we’ll inevitably feel unfulfilled and stuck.