I must spin good ghosts out of my hope to oppose the hordes at my window. If those who look in see me condescend to barricade the door, they will know too much and crowd in to overcome me.

I am possessed by love and have no options.

But the human spirit is resilient. God made us so. He gave us the ability to forgive. To leave our past behind. To look forward instead of back.

You will always have value and nothing can change that.

Knowing it can always get worse, I try to be grateful for whatever good I have.

Go to the ant, thou sluggard, learn to live, and by her busy ways, reform thy own.

Life is a journey for us all. We all face trials. We all have ups and downs. All of us are human. But we are also the masters of our fate. We are the ones who decide how we are going to react to life.