It takes a lot of faith, an awful lot of courage to see oneself helpless and suffering, perhaps even defeated. The good news are that even if one had thought that it can never get worse, it does. It is hard to be so beat up while struggling to survive it all. Worse then anything; all that suffering largely lives in the mind.

The experience, what a precious commodity of the drug industry. All one needs is someone else, a friend, someone who cares to see the truth, the good and the blessing in another. So much can be done with the power of two hearts talking in silence. When one finds oneself alone and without adequate care, one can increase the care by never forgetting that a little bit of true love is enough. Never alone is a fact. Any pain is separation from self. Yet, to find, sometimes the self must wrestle the mind. Keep exercising those muscles of true positive statements that take a stand such as, "In the face of obstacles, I will not give up on success". Wait for the will of heaven means put your house in order while planting seeds of faith in go(o)d. But if one is helpless. Then, work no longer is the way and care becomes the hug of the moment to success. No idea and no notion is worth totality and what is real is not debateable. It is a pity that the soul that inhibits the body cannot be seen and proven, pity because there is plenty of proof and even scientific aides to help measure the energies of life and death.