Ask people if they believe in the supernatural
and most will scoff.
What do they feel when alone at night
walking a deserted city street?
Imagine turning a corner at night
and finding rows of stores
where short-sighted people have sold parts
of their souls for that which will not last.
All such sales are final.
And we live in such a world.
Innocence, once gone, cannot be reclaimed.
Yet, there was never a night or a problem
that could defeat sunrise or hope.
Yes, the problem will still be there.
But wisdom has been bought by our mistakes.
Wisdom enough for the task at hand.
May there always be a way open for you.
“Each night, when I go to sleep,
I die.
And the next morning,
when I wake up,
I am reborn.”
- Mahatma Gandhi
Hello, Roland. Hello, me! :-)
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