I’ve learned to turn life’s setbacks into opportunities for creation.

I wasn’t crying, but my heart was crying. I wasn’t feeling, but my heart was bleeding. Now I am crying, but my heart is healing. I am learning that I know nothing.

One has to learn contentment, forgiveness, and purpose on her own before the universe allows her to share her happiness with another soul.

What do we do after things fall apart? Do we run to the familiar once again? Do we attempt to numb the pain with distractions? What do we do after things fall apart?

Pain leads to healing.

Wasted laughter. Wasted tears. Wasted love. That's how badly you felt. And yet, is love ever truly wasted?