In the midst of a personal plight to value life, I wonder how some people could sleep over a ruthless conscience. If feeding a family using a dirty plate is so unforgivable, what about sitting reluctantly at the corner while seeing them die in hunger? Is infidelity graver than white lies and half truths? How do we draw the line between enough and too much? Why do many simply seem to enjoy wickedness over decency?
Every minute counts; death is certain. We all don’t really have as much as necessary time. Let’s live as if today is our last day before facing our Creator.
Every minute counts; death is certain. We all don’t really have as much as necessary time. Let’s live as if today is our last day before facing our Creator.

Sunday, April 11, 2010
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