"How many may a man of diffusive conversation count among his acquaintances, whose lives have been signalized by numberless escapes; who never cross the river but in a storm, or take a journey into the country without more adventures than befel the knights-errant of ancient times in pathless forests or enchanted castles! How many must he know, to whom portents and prodigies are of daily occurrence; and for whom nature is hourly working wonders invisible to every other eye, only to supply them with subjects of conversation?" ~Samuel Johnson
01aug2013
there are so many little things we take for granted because we let every other thing in this world cloud our view.it's time we try to see things with hopeful eyes. it's always okay in the end... if it's not okay... it's not the end.
Friday, August 02, 2013
some storm
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