beauty of life

The beauty of life is what while we can not undo what is done, we can see it, understand it, learn from it, and change so that every new moment is not spent in regret, guilt, fear, or anger, but in wisdom, understanding and love.

Home

They say that instinctively animals remember there way back home, maybe it is a sense of smell or place or memory. We are more fragile, in an instant, our memories can become shadows. The distance between ourselves and the ones we love, can begin to seem insurmountable. All some of us can do, is stay close to home, in hope we will not be forgotten. But in the end, remembering is not entirely up to us, neither is coming home.