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As We Walk Our Individual Life Journeys, We Pick Up Resentments And Hurts, Which Attach Themselves To Our Souls Like Burrs Clinging To A Hiker's Socks. These Stowaways May Seem Insignificant At First, But, Over Time, If We Do Not Occasionally Stop And Shake Them Free, The Accumulation Becomes A Burden To Our Souls.

In The Beginning, I Had Considered These Stops On My Journey As Interruptions - But I'm Coming To Understand That Perhaps These Detours Are My Journey.

Life Is Not A Sprint. It Was Never Meant To Be. It Is Just A Step Of Faith After Another.

We're All Moons. Sometimes Our Dark Sides Overshadow Our Light.

We Carry Around In Our Heads These Pictures Of What Our Lives Are Supposed To Look Like, Painted By The Brush Of Out Intentions. It's The Great, Deep Secret Of Humanity That In The End None Of Our Lives Look The Way We Thought They Would. As Much As We Wish To Believe Otherwise, Most Of Life Is A Reaction To Circumstances.