hasty

in a hurry, in such a big hurry.

all in such a big hurry to get ahead of ourselves.

maybe slow down, perhaps treasure each step. 

'cause even here He is present. 

today holds enough troubles.

step

You lead, i'll follow.

still the cry of my heart is to be where You are. 

so let the song of my heart be a ministry to Yours.

let the oil that i've got be fully poured out. 

déjà vu

could it really be?

after all these years, could it really still be you? 

at the end of my brief sojourning, here i am again.

giving of myself to you.

illegitimate

The truth was that, around Jalil, Mariam did not feel at all like a harami. For an hour or two every Thursday, when Jalil came to see her, all smiles and gifts and endearments, Mariam felt deserving of all the beauty and bounty that life had to give. And, for this, Mariam loved Jalil. 

Even if she had to share him.

— Khaled Hosseini, A Thousand Splendid Suns

maybe wounds are better than scars

The more often he feels without acting, the less he will be able ever to act,
and, in the long run, the less he will be able to feel.

— C.S. Lewis, The Screwtape Letters

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happy new year, if you're still here.