Poem of the day:
"What do sad people have in common?
It seems they have all built a shrine to the past, And often they go there and do a strange wail and worship.
What is the beginning of happiness?
It is to stop
being so religious
Like
That."
— Hafiz, 14th century.
(My prayer for all of us: Let us ALL stop devoutly worshipping the sorrows of our past. Onward ever, backward never.)
Heart,
Liz
