I suppose that depends on how logical of a thinker you are.
Once again, I'm not your commanding officer, nor am I your judge. You can feel pride in whatever you like. If being a soldier allows you to feel fulfilled, more power to you I suppose. Why are you so concerned with understanding my criterion for what one should be prideful about? You don't need my approval.
Once again, I'm not your commanding officer, nor am I your judge. You can feel pride in whatever you like. If being a soldier allows you to feel fulfilled, more power to you I suppose. Why are you so concerned with understanding my criterion for what one should be prideful about? You don't need my approval.
“Love is the only bow on Life’s dark cloud. It is the morning and the evening star. It shines upon the babe, and sheds its radiance on the quiet tomb. It is the mother of art, inspirer of poet, patriot and philosopher.
It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll
It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll
