inreaction

I’m in a meeting for a charity organization and my sister is giving a presentation on the fruits of her labors and the gleanings of her travels.
From Haiti to the Dominican Republic to the far reaches of India to the busy streets of Manhattan, she’s taught me that there is always an opportunity fir service.

But I came to write for far more selfish reasons. I’m not sure if or when I should shape these thoughts and hopes into letters and words but I must just trust that every thing is right, even if it’s not always smooth.

I have given up. Given up on fear. There is no room for such falsities as those which fear provide. We know nothing but need no more than what we feel, if we are honest with ourselves. The future should be nothing but the stage where we live – matinée, primetime, weekends – as our great internal magnets direct us to; live for those that attract and inspire, for there is no greater right than this: Choose to love as though there is no choice and happiness will find you.

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