When I was little, it was a common occurrence for me to mull over how being the youngest meant I would be the last one of my family on Earth.

Repeated experience should not take away significance.

Enjoying life must be accentuated daily in the atmosphere of war and death.

In the midst of despair is primarily when friendship counts most.

It should be common sense that knowing what must be done and doing that very thing are two separate actions.

Our anger must be methodically and actively exercised, not buried in stillness.

The simplicity of certain actions is the very component that, in my eyes, makes them worthy of any and all work put in.

The school year ended with the news of returning home.