Will Our Love Last? No one will ever know. One of the most valuable lessons we can learn from life is this: Try as we might, we will never have all the answers. We can wonder for the rest of our days whether we are doing the right thing…. continuing in the best relationship and following the best paths towards tomorrow, but no one is ever going to answer those questions for us. Continue reading →
It is not how many times we fall that matters, but rather, how many times we get back up again.
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“Remember to follow your heart and go after your dream! There will be people in your life that will tell you that you’re wasting your time. Ignore them. There are things that will happen that will catch you on the blind side and drop you to your knees. Pull yourself together and move past them. Above all, don’t take it personally. It’s called life.
Life is full of disappointments, failures and setbacks. None of those things can permanently stop you. You have the power in you to overcome anything that life throws at you. There is nothing as powerful as a made up mind. Surround yourself with people who remind you that you matter, and support you in the ways that matter most to you. No person, situation, or circumstance can define who you are. Don’t give up, cave in, or stop believing that it’s possible…”
Walking down a path through some woods in Georgia, I saw a water puddle ahead on the path. I angled my direction to go around it on the part of the path that wasn’t covered by water and mud. As I reached the puddle, I was suddenly attacked! Yet I did nothing for the attack was so unpredictable and from a source so totally unexpected. I was startled as well as unhurt, despite having been struck four or five times already. I backed up a foot and my attacker stopped attacking me. Instead of attacking more, he hovered in the air on graceful butterfly wings in front of me. Had I been hurt I wouldn’t have found it amusing, but I was unhurt, it was funny, and I was laughing. After all, I was being attacked by a butterfly! Continue reading →