Foxglove
03-07-2012, 03:32 PM
The world is what it is. There is in it much that is beautiful and much that causes great sorrow. It is what it is, and I am powerless to change it.
I am what I am. There is much in my nature that I treasure and much that causes me to grieve. I am what I am—and though others may say that I have the power to amend myself, they have no knowledge of me.
There is one facet of my nature that is a mystery to all others. It causes me no pain, but on the contrary brings me much joy. It is my jewel, the radiance of my soul—and though others may deride it as tarnished and debased, they have no knowledge of it.
Then I will cast my shadow on the grass and leave my footprints in the sand just as any other who has passed through this world. I will turn my face to the sun and rain, I will follow my road wherever it leads me. I will suffer my little setbacks, and I will rejoice for my little triumphs. I will reach out for much, I will cling to much, some things I will lose and lament.
But I will turn my face to the sun and rain, and when my road is walked, I will look back upon it and declare with gratitude, “Veni, vidi, vixi!”
Best wishes, Annabelle
I am what I am. There is much in my nature that I treasure and much that causes me to grieve. I am what I am—and though others may say that I have the power to amend myself, they have no knowledge of me.
There is one facet of my nature that is a mystery to all others. It causes me no pain, but on the contrary brings me much joy. It is my jewel, the radiance of my soul—and though others may deride it as tarnished and debased, they have no knowledge of it.
Then I will cast my shadow on the grass and leave my footprints in the sand just as any other who has passed through this world. I will turn my face to the sun and rain, I will follow my road wherever it leads me. I will suffer my little setbacks, and I will rejoice for my little triumphs. I will reach out for much, I will cling to much, some things I will lose and lament.
But I will turn my face to the sun and rain, and when my road is walked, I will look back upon it and declare with gratitude, “Veni, vidi, vixi!”
Best wishes, Annabelle