A postcard. Neat handwriting fills the rectangle.  Half my days I cannot bear to touch you. The rest of my time I feel like it doesn’t matter if I will ever see you again. It isn’t the morality, it’s how much you can bear.  No date. No name attached.

When  nothing is  going on  your  way, just  sit  calm and  interact with god. Wait, there  is a beautiful answer.

We never lose our loved ones. The accompany us; they don't disappear from our lives. We are merely in different rooms.

In that case, it^s best to sweep up the pieces and throw them away, because what was broken will never be the same again

Written By Paulo Coelho

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