I emerge like a tree from a dirty seed;

Nets  aimed  at  shooting  stars, Heart  lusting  its  glitter  and  spark, Naive  for  Greatness,  Glory,  and  Fame, Minions  march  to  make  a  name; Barbaric  hunters  with  a  pile  of  skulls, Artists  flaunting  mastered  skills, Emperors,  Cardinals  from  different  times Modern  entrepreneurs  hoarding  gains; The  world  looks  up  in  need  of  a  purpose, Craving  a  promise  of  dreams  in  surplus; Like  the  moon  drunk  on  the  light it  borrows, Aspires  to  be  the  sun  every  night  and  morrows; The  play  of  chance,  the  hand  of  times Distract  our  eyes  from...

There are conflicting theories. That only proves that there is no conclusive answer to this. Individuals respond differently to circumstances and their choices ultimately make them who they are. There is no formula in life that can tell us how exactly things would go down, tying cause and effect. That's the gift or challenge of human life, however we see it. An only child doesn't need to compete at home. This can go either way. The child could get extremely competitive outside to hoard attention to match the attention at home or be content and laid back because there is no need to overcompensate. A child with siblings could learn to fight at home or share and that again depends on the individual in question. There is no way to predetermine behaviors.  An only child could use the same opportunity outside home and appreciate friendships and co-operation more. I am an only child. I never missed siblings while growing up. But I do remember that my friendships were intense.  ...

Hope   It’s crazy how much I believe that everything happens for my own good. I see a silver lining in the direst of circumstances. I have been close to death and actually felt a surge of peace, accepting that death could prevail and that would be alright too.   I have never had a nightmare that ended badly.  Night terrors end with the ‘dream me’ praying and divine help lifting me from whatever that was.    //What do you like the most about yourself and why? What would happen to you if that particular attribute was taken away? // I wouldn’t recognize me if hope is taken away from me. I wouldn't have made the same choices that got me where I am.