Friday, 31 July 2009

Secret Sorrows..

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Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often at times we call a man cold when he is only sad


Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I indulged myself... with a hot chocolate pudding... it looked sO good, smelt sO yummy..

Then it burnt my tongue.

A sad reminder of my indulgence I should have avoided.

My darl, I'm sad again. And it's true, it's through the reaction to my actions I burnt myself. Why can't I just stick to pleasing the One full well knowing if I made my happiness His, it would never matter to me what anyone else said. Why. Why do I insist on a life that will surely come back around to bite me when the good has been laid out for my ease.