Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth It’s not often that one finds herself reflecting the words of a pastoral poetry. Neither is it surprising … More The road less travelled
You’ve one life. Never wait, it goes faster than you think. … More Defeat or delusion
Maybe it’s not always about the ending, maybe it’s about the story. … More Happy Endings?
Magic happens when you decide not to give up; one is exactly as happy as they are determined to be! … More Depression.