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Just what is it about the human condition that renders us, after months of self-imposed imprisonment within our own hearts, so reluctant at the thought of once again drawing breath?
When freedom is on the horizon, we become immobile like a deer in headlights. We dare not think for even a moment that we are deserving of happiness. Even when you see it careening towards you at a hundred miles an hour.
When freedom is on the horizon, we become immobile like a deer in headlights. We dare not think for even a moment that we are deserving of happiness. Even when you see it careening towards you at a hundred miles an hour.