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In life, we are constantly moving. Even if we don’t see it or feel it, we are constantly going somewhere.
Life is just a series of roads. Whenever we reach the end of one road, the beginning of another appears.
Sometimes we can clearly see what is in front of us. Other times we cannot. The journey must be enjoyed and learned from regardless.
When our path is clear, everything in life aligns to make dreams a reality.
It’s when we cannot see that we are truly tested.
Our limits may be tested again and again. We may feel like we are being bent until we are on the verge of snapping. The way may be so dim that there seems to be no way out.
Even if we are bruised and beaten, we always rise to the top. There is no power greater than that of the human spirit.
We will rise, always, without failure.
Regardless of who we are or where we come from, we will succeed. We can and will be happy.
And as always, never lose sight of what you’re going for. Don’t let the words and actions of others stop you!
Stay strong everyone.
Have a great week.