I am tired of waiting for life to bless me. I am going to find my own blessing now. Wisdom!
Each morning you arise to a new day but you feel as though you are picking up from where you left off yesterday. Years have passed and it seems to be a losing battle. You are tired and want to give up, nothing seems to be working.
There’s a door and through the door is the freedom you desire. You’ve never seen the door for yourself but you’ve heard whispers from the people who share the room with you. They’ve heard stories from others before them that there is something magical beyond the door that sits at the end of the hallway. They’ve watched people enter and leave the room, some come back and others don’t.
As you look around the room you see an old man. Softly you ask him, “What keeps you locked in this room?” He looks at you and whispers, “I am a casualty of the…
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