Why Actions Still Matter
Hope is a thing with feathers
That perches in your soul
And sings a tune without the words
And never stops at all.
-Emily Dickinson.
I memorize that decades ago when I was still in my teens. And they may have gotten a few of the words wrong, but the sentiment is the same. We must live in hope and dwell in possibility. ð
Whoops more typos in there! ðĪŠ
Hope is a thing with feathers
That perches in your soul
And sings a tune without the words
And never stops at all.
-Emily Dickinson.
I memorize that decades ago when I was still in my teens. And they may have gotten a few of the words wrong, but the sentiment is the same. We must live in hope and dwell in possibility. ð
Whoops more typos in there! ðĪŠ