Why is it that we are so bogged down with old wives tales and superstition?
Why is it that we are so ignorant and follow what we see?
Why is it that we can't accept others for who they are?

It may be difficult, but it is possible;
or
It may be possible, but it is difficult.
you choose...

Thougths of the moments...
You are only one in the world;
but you are also the world to one.