Mitch AlbomI thought about the days i had handed over to a bottle..the nights i can't remember..the mornings i slept thru..all the time spent running from myself.
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I thought about the days i had handed over to a bottle..the nights i can't remember..the mornings i slept thru..all the time spent running from myself. This quote reminds me that I need to stop wasting my time and start living. I have wasted so much of my life sleeping, drinking, and doing things that don't matter. I have to stop running from myself and instead embrace who I really am. If I stay true to myself, I will live a life full of happiness, satisfaction, and love.
Source: For One More Day
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