Archives for the month of: May, 2011
thers prick you sometimes. You compare yourself with them. You feel insecure. You feel small. You feel empty. This is to tell you that all people go through the same things. They are timed differently. Everybody ends up at the same place. My gdad told me so. I believe it. So don’t fret, if you want to fret – fret for an hour max and then let your senses guide you back to the good place.
A short byDominic Boudreault
“Surrounded with my inner turmoils, i’m afraid to say I sometimes entirely forgot to look outside my window.”