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| Wed, 09-29-2004 - 12:37pm |
Don't allow yourself to overload your capabilities as it is so easy to do during holidays. We all do it, but we have to try to not let it get out of control.
Here's a little poem from the past, but I hope it brings some comfort to those newer to the boards.
Hope
Hope is such a small word that grows from such emotion
We find hope in such stange places and under such bizarre circumstances
It will find us when we have long given up our search
We find it when we stop and allow it to come into our hearts
Hope is sometimes all we have left
Hope is sometimes all that keeps us from losing our minds and following a misguided path
It lights our life's journey so as to keep us from harm
But if we overestimate Hope, it can also bring us much pain as it will not appear as we think, but as we need
Hope will be mankind's stronghold onto life as it keeps even the weakest of us strong in life's harshest hours
Hope has once again grown in my heart as these words have grown from tears of frustration and pain
When we think that Hope has gone, stop, for it has not given up on us, we have given up on ourselves
As the tears fall, as life seems to be out of your control, give Hope it's due and let it find you and bring to you a brighter tomorrow out of the ashes of today.
Hugs
Edited 9/29/2004 12:54 pm ET ET by buffphone

Aw, Sully!
CL-Blueliner4