July 22, 20169 yr Tonight has been a rather hateful night, to the extent that I find it apt to remember that life is a true gift. With that in mind I remember a poem to which I am most fond of. If I cannot forgive myselfFor all the blundersThat I have madeOver the years,Then how can I proceed?How can I everDream perfection-dreams?Move, I must, forward.Fly, I must, upward.Dive, I must, inward,To be once moreWhat I truly amAnd shall forever remain. Sri Chinmoy
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