Some days the battle is just to survive the day, mentally, but I always lose because time always wins, except at least time grants me the one thing I wanted from the morning, nightfall and the opportunity to crawl in to bed, to sleep and wake up tomorrow with hope the day will be better.
Time is the winner, but a generous and gracious one, except you can't get the day back and you're one day older but no wiser. But you survived and didn't want to end time, your time on this earth, and that is enough some days.
Friday, December 21, 2012
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