my poem, i call it "Fumble"
In honor of the late Mr. Russo, a fantastic teacher. Rest in Peace. On this, two thousand and ten thanksgiving day, keep in mind all the blessings that come your way: all the smiles, the smells, the people around, because one day it may be that dead is how they’re found. Death to the living is seen as the final sigh, but why mourn when the soul can finally fly? Because our life is only...
Forgive the action, forget the intent.
we have to do the best we can. that is our sacred human responsibility
the road to happiness
1. free heart from hatred 2. free mind from worries 3. live simply 4. give more 5. expect less
it’s just one of those days where you want to build towns out of oreos.
Fear less, hope more; Eat less, chew more; Whine less, breathe more; Talk less, say more; Love more, and all good things will be yours.
so don’t you worry your pretty little mind, people throw rocks at things...