We sleep but the loom of life never stops and the pattern which was weaving when the sun went down is weaving when it comes up in the morning.
Pride slays thanksgiving but a humble mind is the soil out of which thanks...
I knew however that the next morning after the fight I would have to get...
You are 27 or 28 right? It is very tough to live at that age. When nothing is sure. I have sympathy with you.
