Hello everyone and welcome. Thank you for stopping by. I came across this touching poem on Google+ and I had to share it. Sometimes we feel as though we’re being pulled in many different directions and it’s hard to focus on what’s really important. If we could only stop and take a deep breath, silence our minds, forget about all the petty stuff and focus on all the little blessings, we’d be much happier. We can either wallow and complain about what’s wrong in our life, or we can realize once and for all that life isn’t fair and it never will be. So lets celebrate the good in our lives. Don’t sweat the small stuff. ♥
It’s not too late… the angel said.
Even though the world’s a mess…
Even though you’re not as young…
Even though you’ve made mistakes and have been afraid
It’s not too late…
And then I saw the world through the angels’ eyes…
I saw the colors I could paint
The bridges I could build
The lives that I could touch
The dreams that could still come true
And it became very clear to me…
That it’s not too late.
~Written by Ron Atchison
Freaky picture. 🙂 Loved the poem though.
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The soiled hands represent all the things that scare us, make us doubt ourselves and hold us back. So yes, it is definitely freaky. Thank you for the comment Mary 😀
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