“the horrors persist, but so do I.”
Sain Augustin
“Everything interests me, but nothing holds me.”
the damage is so real. So how can I forgive my self.
Have they ever chosen a path that, although not the clearest, just seemed right? Have they ever delved into unknown territory, against their own logical thinking? They may have had an intuition or feel a deep longing to do something that they never thought of or tried before. They may have heard an inner voice whispering to them to do something that both excites them and frightens them. These are ways that they have probably already experienced the call to adventure, just as they are sure to experience countless other calls throughout their lives.
To everything— There is a season— And a time to every purpose under heaven
A time to be born, a time to die A time to plant, a time to reap A time to kill, a time to heal A time to laugh, a time to weep A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones
A time to gather stones together
the only pray I know since 17