Soon I realized that behind a newly repaired faucet is a story of dignity. That behind a newly constructed bridge is a story of hope. And in listening to the stories and company of the distress, my own longing for attention becomes insignificant.
I am an instrument, a medium. Like a flute waiting for its musician's breath to give it its meaning, its life, I let my self ready to be used. And I fearfully hope I am a flute like I always want to be.
1 palagay:
for a very good cause. :-) happiness not just for you but for others, too.
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