It’s strange, yeah, strange, very strange, the things that we get so consumed, used, pushed around, thrown down, picked apart, and all that other stuff that’s just not the best of the worst of the day.
When the morning comes, a new daylight, a fresh dawn, the things of someone else’s disturbance will you let them interrupt your Hello, to you? Are the things you worried about the things that matter to you or are you in a world of constant doubt trying to play different version of you in another person’s day?
{Welcome : Back} 