If my thoughts were like blossoms they'd drift away. Lifted on the air to float off to the distance. I would remain rooted, grounded but blissfully weightless.
Choices are paths of determination, routing life from cradle to grave. Roads of decision and bravery lead to fulfilment. Roads of indecision and cowardry lead to regret.
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 5:24 AM UTC
If my thoughts were like blossoms they'd drift away. Lifted on the air to float off to the distance. I would remain rooted, grounded but blissfully weightless.
Choices are paths of determination, routing life from cradle to grave. Roads of decision and bravery lead to fulfilment. Roads of indecision and cowardry lead to regret.
