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God Always Offers Us A Second Chance In Life.

Once In A Mental Hospital, A Person Grows Used To The The Freedom That Exists In The World Of Insanity And Becomes Addicted To It.

I Will Be Capable Of Loving, Regardless Of Whether I Am Loved In Return, Of Giving, When I Have Nothing, Of Working Happily, Even In The Midst Of Difficulties, Of Holding Out My Hand, Even When Utterly Alone And Abandoned, Of Drying My Tears, Even While I Weep, Of Believing, Even When No One Believes In Me.

O God, When I Listen To The Voices Of Animals, The Sounds Of Trees, The Murmurings Of Water, The Singing Of Birds, The Whistling Of The Wind, Or The Boom Of Thunder, I See In Them Evidence Of Your Unity; I Feel That You Are Supreme Power, Omniscience, Supreme Knowledge, And Supreme Justice. I Recognize You, O God, In The Trials I Am Going Through. May Your Pleasure Be My Pleasure, Too. May I Be Your Joy, The Joy That A Father Feels For A Son. And May I Think Of You Calmly And With Determination, Even When I Find It Hard To Say I Love You.

And So I Am This Pilgrim - If I Can Somehow Answer Your Question - Who's Constantly Amazed By This Journey. Who Is Learning A New Thing Every Single Day. But Who's Not Accumulating Knowledge, Because Then It Becomes A Very Heavy Burden In Your Back. I Am This Person Who Is Proud To Be A Pilgrim, And Who's Trying To Honor His Journey.