
We never know how high we are
Till we are called to rise;
And then, if we are true to plan,
Our stature's touch the skies -
Emily Dickinson
Tags: Observations, Personal Lessons, Poetry
Somewhere between here and there and most certainly just around the corner...
WE MUST BE WILLING TO GET RID OF THE LIFE WE’VE PLANNED, SO AS TO HAVE THE LIFE THAT IS WAITING FOR US. JOSEPH CAMPBELL
I AM WHAT SURVIVES OF ME.
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