atnd the future stood before me with open arms.Ihe night was endless,
at feels like only yesterday I was seventeen,
Ind search for the girl I once left on the other side.
a look into the mirror
Snd the number sounds like a door closing.
oon I will turn thirty-six,
devoted to serving others are often those closest to total mental, emotional, and spiritual exhaustion. When we hit that wall, we rarely feel relief. Instead, we feel guilt—as if running out of gas is a personal failure rather than a biological and spiritual reality.