Things would get difficult again. But that was okay too. The bravery was in moving forward, no matter what.
We all need mantras, I guess - stories we tell ourselves to keep us going.
There are no happy endings, only breaks in the regular action.
I loved to be alone in the woods, especially in the late fall when everything is crisp and golden, the leaves the color of fire, and it smells like things turning into earth. I loved the silence - the only sound the steady drum of the hooves and the horse's breathing.
Life isn't life if you just float through it.
Live free or die.