And there she was. In all the days that love had lost sight of any one soul, it had never lost hers. For she was of some other mystery, an angel I suppose. And no one knew what lay behind those eyes.
We are not perfect, we are human; and in our imperfect ness is life, love, and beautiful moments. This is where imperfection ceases.
Do your best to be your best. Struggle is not faced with fear, but with patience and the willingness to move foward. Do not be someone your not; this goes for changing yourself for the better or worse. Instead, find that strength in yourself.
There is nothing more priceless than what we perceive. We are not held here simply by the blood in our veins, or the heart that beats beneath our chest. Simply stated, humanity, and time, are a mindset; one that feels as if it cannot be broken. But perception, can guide us to an understanding of […]
Are my possibilities infinite or my endeavors small moments of a greater good?