And mine eyes have clearer sight --
That under each rank wrong, somewhere
There lies the root of Right;
That each sorrow has its purpose,
By the sorrowing oft unguessed,
But as sure as the sun brings morning,
Whatever is - is best.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Como já disse antes, escrever aqui tornou-se demasiado presunçoso e inútil.
A minha vida transborda de emoções o que faz com que a minha escrita seja uma merda.
