Sometimes I wonder, just how important the choices I make actually are-
In fear of making a mistake, I just keep pouring tea-hoping that
A light might clear everything up?
Until then, naively, I choose happiness.
Because at the end of the day, even if you make all of the right choices, your house is built of hay. .With the huff and a puff, your house can get blown down.
I LOVE the teacups photo!
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I think the type of tea one pours matters more than the decision itself. Or perhaps it is the decision in its own way.
ReplyDeleteAgreed entirely.
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