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In the dead of winter there are still warm days. A rain falls somewhere between a mist and small droplets. The sky is a winter shade of purple. The trees are stripped of any clothes they had aquired during the last year. Many don't understand a fondness for these down times but without them sentiment and true thought get lost in the winds of progression.
From where are any human emotion born? From where do we make the mistake of choosing one action over another. Is it possible that we sometimes knowingly choose what isn't righteous because we believe our choices will prove best? Or is it from vanity in which we believe that we have the place to decide our own righteousness in every situation.
Perhaps it is important to realize the worth of life itself and the lives of those around us and make the decision to let go of what we think is right for what we know is right. I believe that we all know what is right in every situation in every time.
From where are any human emotion born? From where do we make the mistake of choosing one action over another. Is it possible that we sometimes knowingly choose what isn't righteous because we believe our choices will prove best? Or is it from vanity in which we believe that we have the place to decide our own righteousness in every situation.
Perhaps it is important to realize the worth of life itself and the lives of those around us and make the decision to let go of what we think is right for what we know is right. I believe that we all know what is right in every situation in every time.