Monday, October 17, 2011

My Own Chicken Soup for My Own Soul

Sometimes life seems hard. Sometimes life is lonely. Sometimes I think life sucks (it doesn't). Sometimes life plays cruel jokes and snickers in the corner.
The sun will always shine. Someone will always love me. I can always choose to be happy. There will always be hope.
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chilliest land
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
-Emily Dickinson

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