By Oliver Wendell Holmes
Where we love is home
Home that our feet may leave
But not our hearts.

The greatest weapon anyone can use against us is our own mind, by preying on the doubts and uncertainties that already lurk there. Are we true to ourselves? Or do we live for the expectations of others? And if we’re open and honest, can we ever truly be loved? Can we find the courage to release the deepest secrets? Or in the end, are we all unknowable, even to ourselves?

Guilt is a powerful affliction, you try to turn your back on it, but that’s when it sneaks up behind you and eats you alive. Some people struggle to understand their own guilt. Unwilling or unable to justify the part they play in it. Others run away from their guilt, shedding their conscience until there’s no conscience left at all. But I ran toward my guilt. I feed off it. I need it. For me, guilt is one of the few lanterns that still light my way.

As hamlet said to Ophelia, "god has given you one face, and you make yourself another." The battle between these two halves of identity, who we are and we pretend to be, is unwinnable.
Just as there are two sides to every story, there are two sides to every person. One that we reveal to the world, and another we keep hidden inside. A duality governed by the balance of light and darkness. Within each of us is the capacity for both good and evil. But those who are able to blur the moral dividing line hold true power.

There’s an old saying about those who can not remember the past being condemned to repeat it. But those of us who refused to forget the past are condemned to relive it.
The past is tricky thing, sometimes it's etched in stone, and other times, it's rendered in soft memories. But if you meddle too long in deep,dark thing, who knows what monsters you'll awaken.

We all have secrets we keep locked away from the rest of the world. Friendships we pretend, relationships we hide. But worst of all is that love never let show. The most dangerous secrets a person can bury are those we keep from ourselves.

They say grief occurs in five stages. First, there’s a denial, followed by anger. Then comes bargaining, depression and acceptance. But grief is a merciless master, just when you think you’re free, you realize you never stood a chance.

In every life, there comes a day of reckoning, a time when unsettled scores demand their retribution. And our own lies and transgressions are finally laid bare.