We’re all going to die. We don’t get much say over how or when, but we do get to decide how we’re gonna live. So, do it. Decide. Is this the life you want to live? Is this the person you want to love? Is this the best you can be? Can you be stronger? Kinder? More Compassionate? Decide. Breathe in. Breathe out and decide.
We just want to survive the storm. We pray, please God, just get me to the other side. We never imagine what it will be like until we get there. What if when the storm passes, nothing’s left? I always said I could handle anything. I was wrong, but I was right about one thing. I was right about this.
if you consider a woman
less pure after you’ve touched her
maybe you should take a look at your hands