Tomorrow is not the day my life will begin.
Yesterday is not when it ends either.
Regret will eat away at your mind,
Leaving you forever in yesterday.
Worry will eat away at your heart,
Leaving you forever in never.
Will I live today wondering if my
grandchildren will regret this moment?
Will I live my life wondering if my children
will be thankful for this life?
Will I live my life satisfying
Will I suppress my existence
because it makes no sense to you?
Or will I go bounding into my future?
Armed with my passion and faith?
With my eyes fixed on the Author and Perfecter,
does it really matter?
P.S. To everyone that checked up on me, Thanks ;)
Just been a rough....couple of days.
6/19/2010 | Category: | 20 Fabulalalas