In this very moment there is fear within you, fear draped over you. Uncertainty of what is to come. But to you who read this...
There was once a dying branch in a desert, it's roots barely planted in the sand, surrounded by nothing but endless miles of scorching winds...
Like the leaves of the season, so are friends. Blooming in our lives but for a brief, waking moment, shining bright, vibrant in all their...
No man is born, naturally or supernaturally with character. He has to make character. Just as no man is born with habits... Habits are the...