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In my heart, I remember a time when a person was judged on the morality of their actions, not the deceptive artifice of their words. Manners were a way of life, and instilled for respect of oneself and others.



Talent was praised in equal proportion to hard-earned skill. There was always a right or wrong thing to say or do. The world came in black and white, and anything in between was put to the test, judged, and relegated to either side.



Honour was more than just a word on a page. It was the deciding factor in every one of your actions. It was not just an idea or a concept, it was your life and how you lived it. Honour, and courage, and bravery were at the heart of goodness.



Love still meant something; it meant strength in adversity, sacrifice, hope, and faith. It meant giving everything, heart and soul, body and mind. It meant forever, even after death. In my heart, I remember this. In my heart, such a time and place exists. But in the real world, the world in which I live, there is no place for such things.