| Some days you’re the pigeon and some days you’re the statue. Just remember it’s hard to fly with eagles when you run with turkeys. |
We view peoples portraits painted with the shattered blood stained brushes of their defeats and pain and losses rather than taking time to view the artist.
| As the fog lifts from the air so must we lift the fog from our eyes. How can we see clearly if we continue to let hate and anger blind us. |
| Today we all learned something. For me it was those you love always depart your life too quickly, and those you hate seem to never go away. |
I guess that since light travels faster than sound that’s why many people seem intelligent until you hear them speak.