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.
Reality check…
October 13, 2010Reality, this is one hard fact to accept.
Maybe, at times, we can fool ourselves that things go and have gone the way we imagine them but life has a way of leading us back to reality. And then reality hurts us big time. Again.
Can we pretend a bit longer?
Just a bit longer?
Until it gets more painful.
Until I get numb.
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