Wednesday, December 7, 2011


I don't like 'IF'.
It is the brother to Maybe, the cousin of Never.
If we're all going to live in IF, we all might as well rip our hearts out of our chests right now and let them slowly stop beating, because they no longer serve a purpose.  There's no point for blood to course through our veins if we can't back up what we know in our hearts to be true.

If all the stars align and everything falls into place before you leap, what room is there for faith? 

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