— Shira Erlichman, How To Tell A Story
I’ve had my fair share of doubts on the duration of my existence. I tried to seek assurances lots of times. When I thought I found one, it seemed to gradually slip through my fingers. As I get back to the beginning, I find myself, at the very least, working myself in getting up again.
With all of life’s complexities, craziness and worries, I’m sure glad there’s always something or someone I could hold on to.
I won’t let myself be discouraged. I’ve my own story to tell, and I’m off to find that place where someone will listen. You will, too, and knowing that should keep you moving forward.