I can sing the melodious song of a canary, but I sing from a cage.

Life is like a rubber band, with varying degrees of elasticity. Sometimes, you want to do this thing, yet you are compelled to do something else, so therefore, you try to run from the truth, escape your original shape, but a rubber band can only stretch that far. If you pull away too much, you'll snap, and result in a vacant life. Yet, when you decide to return to ur original, you'll end up snapping your own fingers. So either way, you get hurt.
Solution: Life is like a rubber band. And when you stretch, you are able to gauge how far you can go, and when you let go, you can let go slowly so you dont end up getting injured.
ok.. does it make sense? basically, I guess what I am trying to say is that above everything else, you have your attitude and character to fall back on even if the odds are against you and it's up to you to find your own balance that suits your the best. Like right now, i'm just gonna concentrate on each day, and not give a damn about what's going to happen next time.

Ok children, it's storytime. Haha.. well.. I think these stories really are very sweet, and hopefully it helps each of us in different ways and think about how we can become the best person that we can be.
Are You God's Wife?
by: Author Unknown, Source Unknown
New York City: It's a cold day in December. A little boy about 10-year-old was standing before a shoe store on Broadway, barefooted, peering through the window, and shivering with cold. A lady approached the boy and said, "My little fellow, why are you looking so earnestly in that window?"

"I was asking God to give me a pair of shoes," was the boy's reply.

The lady took him by the hand and went into the store, and asked the clerk to get a half dozen pairs of socks for the boy. She then asked if he could give her a basin of water and a towel. He quickly brought them to her. She took the little fellow to the back part of the store and, removing her gloves, knelt down, washed his little feet, and dried them with a towel.

By this time the clerk had returned with the socks. Placing a pair upon the boy's feet, she then purchased him a pair of shoes, and tying up the remaining pairs of socks, gave them to him. She patted him on the head and said, "No doubt, my little fellow, you feel more comfortable now?"

As she turned to go, the astonished lad caught her by the hand, and looking up in her face, with tears in his eyes, answered the question with these words: "Are you God's wife?"