What is perfect for one would not be perfect for another. Someone elses life could be torture for another person. This lady should have thought "I have the perfect life...for me." What we have is what we were meant to have. I have always believed that in the end, we mostly get what we really wanted out of life. Often, it is not obvious until the end of our lives that we had what we wanted and needed all along.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
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