There are a world of answers, outside the loop.

Don’t pass on your passions, to settle in the stale normality. Endure. Strive. Ensure.

Just because you came to the end of your rope, doesn't mean that you were climbing down.

What is left when there is no love? A rope and rock.

I wonder, with all the flowers in the garden, how many of them ever think of hanging themselves with the garden hose, if ever they can.

We hide our demons so good, that the angels we show, bare the shame on their faces.