I haven't a clue as to how my story will end. But that's all right. When you set out on a journey and night covers the road, you don't conclude the road has vanished. And how else could we discover the stars?
I love my past. I love my present. I'm not ashamed of what I've had, and I'm not sad because I have it no longer.
I love my past. I love my present. I'm not ashamed of what I've had, and I'm not sad because I have it no longer.
Who moved my cheese?
April 15, 2008
I have read this book long time ago and yet, I read it again today…
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