​The other day I went with my friend to chase up the lady who had bought a TV from him.  She owed him several hundred dollars. Her daughter answered the door.
​My jaw dropped at the lies the daughter quickly spouted forth in defence of her mother. I stood there silently watching her, recalling a saying popular in Italy: "The truth always bubbles up to the surface".   (It sounds beautiful in Italian).
I wanted to say to the daughter in a quiet voice, "The Bible says "Thou shalt not lie". But I didn't say anything.

​A couple of years ago a colleague (married 3 years) revealed to me, "I'm struggling with my marriage". I asked him, "When did you last say something nice to your wife?" His response simply floored me: "Like what?" he asked. That said it all.

In 1948 maestro Perry Como released the1929 Rogers and Hart masterpiece "With A Song In My Heart".
For  a long time I have wondered how come so many people suffer from depression?

I can't help but wonder if there's a connection here somewhere... this troubles me.
If I have a song in my heart, what happens if I don't sing it?
I suspect the song remains, unsung, in my heart. I wonder if,  not singing my song, that this can create a deeply sad life. If I never let my soul express itself fully - loud and clear what happens?
The Bhuddah said "The purpose of life is to find our purpose in life." I'd like to go a bit further and say: "When you find your purpose in life, sing it out loud and long!".