Often sitting alone, I wonder about the days I witnessed go by me. All that I did, all that happened to me.
Every time, I end up asking God the same question, "If I end this life right now, will You give me a new one?"
Its too hard to breathe with all my regrets. Yet, I live this life, and this is how its supposed to be - painful.
Abraham Lincoln’s letter to his son’s teacher
16 years ago
No comments:
Post a Comment