Confession is always weakness. The grave soul keeps its own secrets, and takes its own punishment in silence.
There isn't a single human being who hasn't plenty to cry over, and the trick is to make the laughs outweigh the tears.
I have learned to live each day as it comes, and not to borrow trouble by dreading tomorrow. It is the dark menace of the future that makes cowards of us.
Doroth
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