tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136575.post7309013291351597919..comments2023-07-23T23:19:01.868+08:00Comments on Memories Of QOA: Living Truly FreeGracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00247212324459396973noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136575.post-28318829432023675532010-10-28T21:36:45.287+08:002010-10-28T21:36:45.287+08:00thank you, Gail. :)thank you, Gail. :)Gracehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00247212324459396973noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136575.post-51391645902195526552010-10-12T23:52:09.601+08:002010-10-12T23:52:09.601+08:00I read, and it was as if someone has read my mind ...I read, and it was as if someone has read my mind and stolen who I was and posted it on the net. I once was lost. I once felt like a skeleton waiting for life to ignite my veins. I once was scared, but now...<br />Now I know myself, I know my God, and I know my true worth. I am who I am and I have stopped wondering. Every second is precious, if you lost it, You can't get it back. So now, when I laugh, I laugh till my belly hurts, when I cry, I cry a river, when I eat, I feast on what's been served, When I sleep, I dream like a baby without worries, when I live, I live every moment fully, sixty seconds a minute, sixty minutes an hour, twenty four hours a day, three hundred sixty five and a quarter days of every year! I have spend too many seconds pondering on what life is about, instead of living it!<br /><br />Gailgailhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00061239944387471603noreply@blogger.com