Monday, August 22, 2011


One man's trash is another man's treasure.

Sometimes I feel really bad for the first man - he didn't even realize it, but he totally missed out on the greatest thing... but then again, the second man could have possibly found the best thing in the whole wide world, and how lucky is he? He shouts praises to the men before, for trashing this treasure so that he could in the end, hold on to it for dear life.

It's funny how life works sometimes. Things come and go; begin and end; but that's what I love about life, we live and we learn, and in the end, the change that comes about over time, is only for good in the long run. It's how we get to where we've been dreaming of going forever.

Bruce Barton once said, "Action and reaction, ebb and flow, trial and error, change - this is the rhythm of living. Out of our over-confidence, fear; out of our fear, clearer vision, fresh hope. And out of hope, progress."

And that's all we really want, right?

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