Wishing (U) well.

I walked to the train station hoping to catch you there.

I asked you if you liked what you see.

I smiled. You got me my train ticket.

“They say they built the train track over the Alps between Vienna and Venice before there was a train that could make the trip. They builit it anyways, cuz they knew one day the train would come”

In many ways, miracles happen. Miracles happens because you fought for it. Miracles happens because you matured spiritually, mentally and physically.

A college acquaintance asked me once, “Tommy, if there was no fear in your life, what would you do…….”


I would do everything……anything…..


About TommyBoiZee

Our Deepest Fear is that We Are Powerful Beyond Measure Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn't serve the world. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others. Marianne Williamson I am a boy seeking words of wisdom from those around me, seeking courage to defy me, seeking inspirations to enlighten me, seeking truth to set me free.... most importantly, I wanna be happy..
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