I wonder how many times letting go is accepting what has already gone.
When reading a book, I have been known to pause at the end of a chapter. 734 more words
Since the inauguration our family has been living out a microcosm of the macrocosm. While the details aren’t mine to tell, let’s just say that we had one of those unjust life incidents in which we discover that, contrary to popular human opinion, there’s sometimes (translation: often to always) no real ground when it comes to what we can count on and control. 328 more words