Close to our house there is a small cemetery.
Nearly every day I walk past this cemetery. And every time, I look over at the gravestones to remind myself that life is short. I don't know how much time I have left in this life. But no matter how you slice it, it's not that much time. It's short. Too short. It's too short to spend another day living in shackles. Too short to live another day in shame, in guilt, in fear. Too short to live dabbling. Too short to waste precious hours. Life is too short to live divided. Don't spend one more day on this path. Resolve to not allow another day to pass by without having a plan, a clear plan that works... ...A plan that will guide you to the fresh air of freedom. Next step forward, Dan