Today I Will Cry a Little
I lost myself inside the bad news and succumb to it like a slave to a master, powerless and shackled to my deadlines.
I lost myself inside the bad news and succumb to it like a slave to a master, powerless and shackled to my deadlines.
The small perfect moments that I witness daily, down here on earth, have a big impact on my well-being, and many of them are free. Do I really have to fly into space when I can see a flower growing through the crack on the concrete sidewalk?