The year of being a good person.
I find it frustrating that the things not in my control, aren’t in my control. If they were, it would make life so much easier. If I could just control all the random. If I could just control other people. If I could just control my body. Then life would be perfect. Everything would be the way I want it. And, modesty aside, I think … Continue reading The year of being a good person.
