Sometimes it's the next morning at 10am when you're resting on your couch, looking out the window toward the mountains with your tea and your thoughts, and you think after the heaviness that just happened to land all in one day you ask yourself, how am I so forgiving. Yet you remind yourself- there are hard days, there are better days and there are great days. At the end of the day, being mindful that we only have control of ourselves and our actions is the only way to make this world a better place. It is my nature to be forgiving, because everything unfolds as it should.
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