In the end your life’s work will simply become a memory to many or to a few. Regardless, what matters is will it be a good memory or a bad one
It’s been a rough day. I feel like the southern end of a north bound mule. Everything has gone backwards but it’s days like this that fortify faith
| A rose withers, a mountain crumbles, a tree dies, a river dries up, everything ceases eventually. Life stops but not because of you, rather for you. |
So many people spend countless hours trying to fit in, while they were truly born to stand out
| If you are busy patching holes, fixing breaks, and doing general maintenance on your live, you are no longer living. Don’t repair rather revive yourself. |