You are the artist of your own life.
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My inner city map took shape on its own. Pictures come and go or stay for a while, or scatter like sand. It still felt like I was walking through a fog or a dream. I drew a map of my heart on my best tracing paper, but the moment I peeled it off the real map, I was surprised to find it was blank. There is nothing on the paper.
If you don't have the strength, don't be nice to others, otherwise it will be easily defined as pleasing.
Life is a long journey; don’t forget to enjoy every moment along the way.
There are very few people I can treat sincerely But the people I treat sincerely give me chills.