Why is it so hard to remember that every day is truly a gift? If it were easier to remember that, perhaps grief would be understandable, forgiveness more accessible, and resentment impossible?
The Dark Path Through
The Dark Path Through
The Dark Path Through
Why is it so hard to remember that every day is truly a gift? If it were easier to remember that, perhaps grief would be understandable, forgiveness more accessible, and resentment impossible?