I have discovered this, after years and years of loss and pain, disappointments and failures. Somehow at the lowest moments I tend to whisper to myself, "It's okay. I must count my blessings. There are people in the world who would give an arm for the kind of life I am leading, things will work out."
That little voice in me isn't dead. I can only pray for it to became stronger as I go along.
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