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We never understand how little we need in this world until we know the loss of it.
Excuse me while I kiss the sky.
Through pride we are ever deceiving ourselves. But deep down below the surface of the average conscience a still, small voice says to us, Something is out of tune.
You cannot control what happens to you, but you can control your attitude toward what happens to you, and in that, you will be mastering change rather than allowing it to master you.
We're all messy. We're all struggling.
The fire that warms us can also consume us; it is not the fault of the fire.
We never understand how little we need in this world until we know the loss of it.
Excuse me while I kiss the sky.
Through pride we are ever deceiving ourselves. But deep down below the surface of the average conscience a still, small voice says to us, Something is out of tune.
You cannot control what happens to you, but you can control your attitude toward what happens to you, and in that, you will be mastering change rather than allowing it to master you.
We're all messy. We're all struggling.
The fire that warms us can also consume us; it is not the fault of the fire.