Strange are the ways of life; when the yesterday that i lived in promised a rosy tomorrow, the tomorrow then, which is my today, is not the rosiness I was waiting for. And now, in what my today promises for my tomorrow, I wonder whether it would be worth the wait and anticipation of the morrow that the day today promises. Yet, hope is what keeps life going…so let’s hope for a better tomorrow, for if not for hope, then the charm of living would cease to exist.
The stage when the heart learns to let go of attachments that colour the ability to decide is the stage where life can look forward to a change much yearned, but never attempted to achieve.
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