Meaning of Sin makes its own hell, and goodness its own heaven. Quote by Mary Baker Eddy.
It’s funny how, in this journey of life, even though we may begin at different times and places, our paths cross with others so that we may share our love, compassion, observations, and hope. This is a design of God that I appreciate and cherish.
Now hollow fires burn out to black,And lights are fluttering low:Square your shoulders, lift your packAnd leave your friends and go.O never fear, lads, naughts to dread,Look not left nor right: In all the endless road you treadTheres nothing but the night.
Hope-that unshakable golden belief that things can get better- is why I’m here talking to you now. Without it, we are nothing.
The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains.