I slept and dreamt that life was joy. I awoke and saw that life was service. I acted and behold, service was joy.
You can't cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water.
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
Saturday, September 03, 2016
Rabindranath Tagore
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