Love may not always win
but hate is always sure to lose.
A peace of equals
lasts longer than a war of destruction.
Life, for all its problems
is more wondrous than a cult of death.
I’m with those who sing their souls
rather than scream their fears.
I’m with those who offer the open hand
rather than the clenched fist.
I’m with those who do as they wish to be done
rather than those who do before they get done.
The secret of the good life is not difficult:
love, kindness, openness.
Their opposites are merely the signposts
to lonely and dusty death.
When someone says to you: “I’m for life”,
Ask them: “What life?”
Life after birth?
Life in fullness rather than penury?
Life with meaning?
Life with possibilities abounding?
Any other kind of life is not life.
Any other kind of life is death.
Life, peace, love:
All else is fool’s gold.
This is your night owl open thread.