As powerful as your genetic combination is in determining the outcome of your life, your decisions are more powerful. You will ultimately look like your decisions.
The voice of a bird is sweetly hearing,how sweet the voice it is,the laughter and inspiring song,the song is from the bird of mirth,a love song is from her lips.
Dear child, it matters not if the boy loves you. It only matters if you love the Sun, and the Rain, and the Donut, and the Cat, and the colour Purple. It only matters if you love having this one precious life. It doesn't matter if the boy doesn't love you.
She did not choose to become a wanderer. She did not take a conscious decision that she wants to become a wanderer. Destiny chose her to wander. And then she became a wanderer. The wanderings keep on happening on their own. And the wanderer keeps on wandering! The wanderer does not have a final home. She does not have a certain destination. She keeps on drifting from place to place. And wanderings become her destiny! And she becomes the wanderer!
She came into my life like the Mistral breeze. She showered me with love and care. She splashed me with smiles and laughs. And slowly and silently, she healed me of my depression.