Phrog's blog: "Phrog Sayings"

I am comforted by the possibility that there are others that have reached and will reach the same cross roads that have forsaken me… that have caused rage and loneliness, panic and numbness... Everything I have done… done for myself I have failed, everything I have done for others has never been out of reach. None of which I can have and only offer to others. I grow disillusioned at times; tired by the miles but not the years, those that have gone by and have escaped me… A daunting past that never leaves… scares that lay among the paths Everything for them… and nothing for me Does it Stop?

Why must we live in Misery? Fulfilling a need for pain that ensures we are still alive. The pushing and pulling never to end our thirst. We live in our own world of isolation, allowing nothing to get in but the pain of our misery. Knowing nothing of happiness without remorse. Knowing nothing but pain with gratitude. A path that is not unknown, a death that will be alone, so that others can live free. The inner rage… anger beyond description. The harsh wit of sarcasm… nothing more than a manipulating radius of vast emptiness. All while the manikin appearance of a clam wind…. A distraction of normality putting us back on path… The Sanctity of Misery is our Mask.

Where do we go to find the illusion of grander of War that others have found, written books about and made movies of? Where are the Leaders from the past found today? Where do we go to find the illusion of grander of War that others have found, written books about and made movies of? Where are the Leaders from the past found today? We find Presidents, Prime Ministers, Kings, Dictators, Socialist and Communist leaders, and so called Generals of Rebels, Militias, and world Militaries, as well as Terrorist organizations that lead from the rear, send out orders for others to die… self removed by their position and power. Where is George Patton, Chesty Puller, or the other great leaders today? They exist only in memoirs of the past. The true warrior does not seek War rather War seeks them.

A person's actions are condoned by the unwillingness and internal weakness of others to correct them

You know there are those that try to conquer an unconquerable world. They know it can't be conquered but they are not done trying. They live in a world that suffers in creation where moments for clam cause pain. One day they will grow tired but it's not a date that can be set in stone. The lucky ones tire quickly while those of greatest misfortune may only grow wearing at times but never tire fully.

We are never in the Presence of Greatness, only Illusions of Grandeur others want us to Believe!