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I did not weep when my father died. The pain and heartache,held inside. There were no teardrops from my eyes. but my soul was screaming to the skies.
”It’s impossible” said pride. “It’s risky” said experience. “It’s pointless” said reason. “Give it a try” whispered the heart.
Life isn’t a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, latte in the other, body thoroughly used up,...
we are, each of us angels with only one wing, and we can fly only by embracing each other.