"I want to go camping." Noel suddenly blurted out. He was still staring into space even after saying it. Emma nodded, "Friday, okay? I'll ask the others if they want to join." She grabbed her phone and texted their friends.
Being exuberant and on cloud nine all the time is being reckless. It's is good to be a little negative sometimes.
Am I never enough?
"Which way should I go? Which should I choose?" Life is a journey. My destination is not as important as how I get there. Whatever path I take is worth celebrating.
M: I'm insecure, imperfect and weak. People say you're crazy to think you can do anything. I wish I had your confidence. I wish I had your strength.
I was walking the shoreline one day and I realized there were more dried up corals than usual. I stood there and pondering how'd they end up there.
What a wonderful way to live-being in harmony. No fret or fights, just love.
Is it really important what they think? I mean who cares?
I'm figuring things out. I am finding my way, in my own pace, in my own time. Life is a journey. This is my journey.