The choices I make now,

Are defined by my past.

And what I make of the now,

Will someday become my future.

Memories are never useless.

They remind us of the roads we have taken,

The times we fell,

The times we soared.

Failures are great teachers;

They hurt, but serve as a necessity so that mistakes are not repeated.

They bring us down so that we might see loving hands carry us up.

They create emptiness that we might appreciate joy.

They break us so that we can be molded for the better.

Paintings cannot be erased,

Neither does the canvas say to the Artist:

"Your colors are wrong. Paint me another way..."

The Master Creator's strokes are perfect, deliberate and defined.

In time, the painting becomes a myriad of colors,

Brilliant. Intense. Beautiful. Breath-taking.

Hang in there, love.

Press on, hold fast. You’ll make it.