If the dews froze under the Sahara,
The blaze will not then wither the will,
If the peace is no longer fluttering doves,
THEN THE HATE THEN WILL TURN TO LOVE

a note to self

Someday, we will forget the hurt. The reason and who caused the pain. We will finally realize that the secret of being free in not revenge, but letting things unfold in their on way and own time.

After all, what matter is not the first, but the last chapter of our life which shoes how well we ran the race.

So smile, laugh, forgive, believe and love all over again.

NAAA