Life, is not what you see, but what you've projected. It's not what you've felt, but what you've decided. It's not what you've experienced, but how you've remembered it. It's not what you've forged, but what you've allowed. It's not who's appeared, but who you've summoned. And it's not where you've been, but where you're going.
And this should serve you well, beloved, until you find, what you already have.
Yeah,
The Universe
P.S. There were feathers on my pillow too, hummmmm. . . who could have left such a gift?
