Never lose the child within you. Sometimes our life is like drawing straight lines on a piece of paper. We draw a thousand lines each day and most of them are imperfect and often cross one another. But in the end, no matter what kind of lines you draw, we must not forget to make a picture out of it. A life soaked in colors. Dreams of painting life with a thousand colors. Crashed to the ground like a bird with burned wings. Seems funny, and unworthy for others.

Politics, IR, Media. Look forward to hearing from you. I hear the church bells ring. The old door creaks as they walk through. These folks who drove all the way. To be here just for our special day.

Can I sit idle? Perched on a cloud forever? The image bores me. I pray the answer is no. And breadth of His creation. I pray the answer is yes. Juvenile Sharp-shinned Hawk Looking for Lunch. Our future is not now written. October 6, 2011 18 Comments. Otherwise do not come back.