Yesterday night, I was over at my parent's house and was helping my mom clean my father's filing cabinet. It was in that cabinet that I found my father's ESL books back in the 80s, his diploma, pictures of his graduation and friends. I found bank statements, copies of bill payments, financial letters he had written, and carbon copies of his personal paychecks. The best part of it was seeing the development and transformation of his hand writing.
All of this is a reminder that the struggle is real. Development of oneself is cruicial to continue to live, love, and give.
/flowersbloominginthesunandrainfeeling