"Listen to my heart, can you hear, it sings?"

My existence consists entirely of imperfect days. Tasks unaccomplished, patience lost, temptations yielded to. But each day there are divine moments when I forgive myself for failing to live up to my expectations.

My sister has this quote on her blog.

“We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.”
Thornton Wilder

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