Susanna KearsleyThe past can teach us, nurture us, but it cannot sustain us. The essence of life is change, and we must move ever forward or the soul will wither and die.
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The past can teach us, nurture us, but it cannot sustain us. The essence of life is change, and we must move ever forward or the soul will wither and die. This quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson could not be more true. The world we live in today is constantly changing and we can’t stop it. We might as well accept that and keep moving forward.
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