Sometimes when you sacrifice something precious, you’re not really losing it. You’re just passing it on to someone else.

Sacrifices, you make them. I make them. We all make them. But you are angry over yours. You kept thinking about what you lost… You didn’t get it. Sacrifice is a part of life. It’s supposed to be. It’s not something you regret. It’s something to aspire to. Little sacrifices. Big sacrifices.  They build a beautiful palpable strength in you.

Inspired by the book, The Five People You Will Meet him in Heaven.

 

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