The more I see the more I know, it’s not where you come from, but where you go.
Many times judgment will pass, like a lightning bolt it happens in a flash.
If you let these judgments define you ;then cracks will start so show through, chipping away at your soul. Trying to hold on to the old ills of life will surely take a toll and start to show, not the gold that radiates happiness but the ever growing mold that will suffocate and swallow you whole.So what defines you?