In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer. - Albert Camus
Why Should I Be Unhappy?
To bloom is to be happy But are flowers happy? Do they feel the sun and smile? Or when they admire their own petals? To bloom is to be happy Do I bloom? And if I don't, can I still smile? And if I don't, can I still be happy? To bloom is... Continue Reading →