| 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. |
If we stop loving possessions and using people and start loving people and using possessions we will discover we are again live rather than living
I guess that since light travels faster than sound that’s why many people seem intelligent until you hear them speak.
Most look back at their life and its filled with scars of pain, trial, and tribulations of the past but remember scars are just tattoos with better stories.
Even a dog know the difference in being stepped on or kicked.
