I have always imagined when I was a kid that adults had some kind of inner toolbox, full of shinny tools: the saw of discernment, the hammer of wisdom, the sandpaper of patience. But then when I grew up I found that life handed you these rusty bent old tools: friendships, prayer, conscience, honesty. Do the best you can with these, because against all odds, they are enough.
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
A human life is like a single letter of the alaphabet. It can be meaningless or it can be a part of a great meaning.
