Monday Question -What do you believe in?
Tell me please! 😉
#MondayQuestion -What do you believe in? #MondayVibes #MondayMotivation
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#LiveYourDreams
Mark Wayne – Author and Warrior
Sometimes there is no justice only mercy
#MondayQuestion -What do you believe in? #MondayVibes #MondayMotivation
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#LiveYourDreams
Therefore,
I dare to hope,
and I dare to dream
that someday,
yes someday…
What do you dare to hope and dream for? #Question #BlogPost #LiveYourDreams
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“I wanna know, will you remember me when forever comes and goes?” #Promises
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This little poem, if you want to call it that, in question form was written and posted back on October 25, 2016 right here on this site. It is now four years later and the question still lingers although I think we all deep down inside know the answer.
We have all made promises to do this or that. Promises we swore we would keep forever.
“In the end forever comes and goes.” #Promises
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As time marches on we are often left alone, holding onto the empty promises. Promises made by others and those we made ourselves. Or perhaps we broke our own promises with our own hands.
Either way, I believe the question can still remain and it often haunts each of us.
“Will you remember me?” #Promises
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The impact we make on others, whether good or bad, will be long remembered. There is never a neutral encounter, make your impact a positive one! And when they remember you, it brings smile to their face and a joy within their heart. ❤
It’s summer time and daytime temperatures are soaring, so let’s talk about the heat. Not in the usual way of how it makes us feel, whether we like it or not but how does it smell?
What does “HOT” smell like? #WickedQuestions #JustWondering #UseYourNose
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For me growing up in Southwestern Idaho and in the country these are a few things that when I smell them I know it is “HOT“!
We have all made promises to do this or that. Promises we swore we would keep forever.
In the end forever comes and goes.
We are left alone, holding onto the empty promises made by others. Or perhaps we broke our own promises with our own hands.
Either way, I believe the question remains that haunts each of us.
Will you remember me?