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  Fight or Flight.      At the end of the day, your life boils down to two things: Fight or Flight.      Every decision you make, rests between the two. Fight for what it is you believe in, fight for what it is you want. Or flight from what is bothering you, what is holding you back from winning. Every single individual has a choice to make, when it comes to every single aspect of their lives. The decision lies solely in your own hands. You become solely responsible for your own life.      Fighting can be difficult. It can be draining, dark, and demanding. The battles we face become all-consuming, weighing heavily upon our consciousness. However, there comes a time in ones life where you realize that fighting is all that is left. That fighting for what you believe in, is not only proper- it’s necessary. Violence is never the answer, unless sometimes it is.      Flight is nothing more than a habit. A learned habit, that one...

  American Sniper.      Last night, I started watching American Sniper. American Sniper is a movie based off of the life of Navy SEAL Chris Kyle. It essentially follows his journey of being a Texas cowboy, and eventually applying for the Navy SEALs. He then passes his tests and is deployed to Iraq, dealing with the war on terror, following the attack on 9/11. While over there, Chris Kyle quickly builds a reputation for being a distinguished sharp-shooter, racking up a massive number of kills.      This wasn’t my first time watching the film. In fact, I believe I went to go see it once in theatres, many, many years ago. The film came out over 10 years ago, so it’s had time to make the turns and build a reputation for being a great film. The entire story of Chris Kyle’s life is one where most men look up in awe, and appreciate his sacrifice and courage he demonstrated, while still being alive. He was willing to protect and provide for not only his family...

  Dearly Beloved,                         W e are gathered here today to celebrate this thing called life.      Another week in the books. Mark it down. 7 days have come, and 7 days have passed. The sands of time continue forward, regardless of what we do with them. The flow never stops, like a river heading to the ocean. Things may come in between it, but it will never slow it down. Time is inevitable.        As per usual, Sunday’s are a great time to spend reflecting on the 7 days which have passed. Did you accomplish all that you set out to achieve? Were you able to complete all the tasks you assigned yourself from the week before? Did you move with such ferocity and intensity, that the world itself could not help but bend to your own will? Or did you sit around all day, making excuses? Did you bitch and moan, about how everything was unfair and impossible? Did you do anythin...