From the bottom of my heart

I met a little girl in the streets just the other day. I met her somewhere between the trash cans of our city and those piles of junk you find laying around everywhere more often nowadays. You know those trash cans where people throw away all their dirt and rubbish, like bottles they emptied to drown their dreams, forget their past and numb their pain. And those times they're actually to drunk to find the trash cans - that's when those piles of junk and dirt start to form. But it's not only those bottles you can find there. You can find a lot of tissues there too - sometimes they are just wet because someone used them to dry their tears. Tears cried because of a broken heart. Maybe because this someone lost a beloved person, or maybe because they lost their job. Maybe they're desperately in love with someone, someone who doesn't seem to know they exist. But there's other tissues too, they're wet and red. Blood red - used because some wasn't able t

You get up every morning wondering if you do enough.  You wonder if you are a good enough mom.  Good enough wife.  Good enough friend. You wonder if you do enough for your family.  Do enough for others.  Do enough for yourself.  You wonder if you work enough. Learn enough.  Teach enough.  You wonder if there is enough love in your life.  Enough joy in your life.  Enough hope in your live. Slow down. Take a deep breath. Be still.  You do enough. You are enough.  You will be enough.