We cannot be spectators in our lives,
We must grasp that fire and never let it burn our hands.
Just some simple lines I thought of while discussing Albert Camus’ famous French existentialist novel, … 50 more words
When I was a member of my college band, I remember hearing quite a number of my fellow marchers declare, “I hate parades.”
I understood: most of the time, for a marching band, a parade entails playing the same three pieces of music, or two, or if you’re really unlucky, the same one piece of music … over and over for a certain number of miles. 1,520 more words