Everything Happens for a Reason
The sound of the trees. The wind in my hair and the pain when I hit the ground. Our path can change in an instant, without warning, if we like it or not. The course we are presently on can … Continue reading →
The sound of the trees. The wind in my hair and the pain when I hit the ground. Our path can change in an instant, without warning, if we like it or not. The course we are presently on can … Continue reading →