Aug 27, 2004, 07:00 PM
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Born to fight... trained to kill... ready to die... but never will.
Join Date: Oct 2003
Location: Hear that noise behind you? Ya thats me.
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Why?
I was just browsing around and found this good poem..... I thought i might share it with the site... I hope it helps someone... it helped me.
Sometimes we stop and ask ourselves why... Why are we here? What makes us tick? ......and other times we dont....... too preoccupied with success......... .....with failure...... ....with security.... .............................and fear. We're born..... we live..... grow old..... and die..... So what? Who cares? The routines we always enter..... resolutions we so often promise...... and so often break. We fear the unknown..... Changes that threaten our stable life..... Good or bad......Destiny laughs at us. Thinking we are unwilling to change...... But we do have the will, and she can be changed.
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"War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things. The decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing is worth war is much worse. The person who has nothing for which he is willing to fight, nothing which is more important than his own personal safety, is a miserable creature and has no chance of being free unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than himself. " -John Stuart Mill (1806 - 1873) and a cookie monster: 
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