There is no certainty, not even your next breath.
Live like you are dieing because in reality we all are.

It will be your deepest tragedy that will give you the courage to fly.

You can give illness to her body but you can't take the gypsy out of that girl.

I've lost my mind a couple of times, it's how i have become so free.

I urge you to sit with yourself for 5 minutes and pour your heart out, ask yourself the serious questions ~ not the day to day duties we get caught up in. I can assure you, the 5 minutes spent reflecting on the life you have lived and how much more you're yet to achieve will spark something in you that we all forgot we have.

She wore her battle scars like wings, looking at her you would never know that once upon a time she forgot how to fly