Imagine being on The Titanic and being separated from your loved ones for the two hours and twenty minutes it took to sink into the Atlantic Ocean.
I wish my eyes were camera’s and my heart was a DVR, so what I am currently witnessing could be forever saved to my soul.
There is no gene for the human spirit.
Six years ago today I started to write.
And it has been one of the most fulfilling actions I have taken in all my life.
Sometimes your soul will whisper,
When you can’t hear the whisper it will shout.
I don’t play video games. I’m addicted to everything wrestling like other kids are addicted to Fortnite, I think.
Every second of the journey is the destination.
Thirty-three years later, what we understood now, that we didn’t quite comprehend then was it was the losses and not the wins that best prepared us for life. They taught us how to handle and come back from adversity.
As human beings, we so rarely notice when we are happy – If this isn’t nice – what is?
Maybe, there are people on this earth who are undercover.