Sometimes all you can do is be thankful to have lived another day, for the present moment, and for the occuring possibility of another day and lifes mystery
what pushed me tomake this one is that, when i was in foster care, i felt terribly lonely.
to cope, i imagined the moon and the stars were my friends on the other side of the earth, watching over me. surprisingly, it helped.
so i guess this one is for the lonely children
I was an extremely guilty child, constantly wracked with shame. I'm happy to report that this trait has not translated to my daughter, who just fumbled a large watermelon, watched it explode on the ground, and declared "oh well, it was heavy."