[the battle of Thermopylae]

i wish things were as clear cut.

the choice btw honour, and cowardice. imagine Leonidas, waiting for his doom at Thermopylae. wad could have gone through his mind? was it the right decision to declare "this is Sparta!" and kick the messenger into the well? was it right to claim the lives of 300 spartans, and his own, relinquishing his duties as king and leader of the Spartans, as a husband, as a father for that everlasting moment of glory? would the lives been better spent if they had chose to retreat, to fight the battles they knew they could win? instead of flirting with death?

well, i guess things aren't all that clear cut.

just got to live life one moment at a time, make the right decisions at each moment.

also, i've realised words are immortal, cut deeper than any blade, festers worse and more insidiously than any infection. treatment wise, how do u eliminate something with no form? and something that affects each person differently.

the power of words. may i respect them always and never say the ungentle word.

the change i want to see in the world