- After
a while you learn
- the
subtle difference
- between
holding a hand
- and
chaining a soul.
- And
you learn
- that
love doesn't mean leaning
- and
company doesn't mean security.
- And
you begin to learn
- that
kisses aren't contracts,
- and
presents aren't promises.
- And
you begin to accept your defeats
- with
your head up and your eyes ahead
- with
the grace of a woman
- not
the grief of a child.
- And
you learn to build all your roads on today
- because
tomorrows ground is
- too
uncertain for plans.
- And
futures have a way of falling down
- in mid
flight.
- After
a while, you learn
- that
even sunshine burns if you ask too much,
- so you
plant your own garden
- and
decorate your own soul,
- Instead
of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
- And
you learn
- that
you really can endure,
- that
you really are strong.
- And
you really do have worth.
- And
you learn
- and
you learn.
- with
every good-bye
- you
learn . . .
Norah,
an anonymous woman.
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