Build me a son, an old poem by General Douglas MacArthur is probably my aall-time favourite. I have finally commited the whole poem to mind and I now share my thoughts about it.
Aren't we all looking for love? How has culture influenced our definition of love? How should we go about loving people romantically? I share a few thoughts.
We ask this question everyday using different words. Could it be that you and I are actually what is wrong with the world? I share my thoughts on this.