I need to go to bed tonight believing in miracles and that tomorrow can and will be a marvelous, extraordinary day. Why is it so easy to believe in miracles for others...but not so much for myself? Forcing myself to think positive, yet, with so much fear swirling about it’s tough. Does fear strangle the little breath of faith breathing inside us? Unlike so many who are certain of what they believe, I am not one.
“Be realistic: Plan for a miracle”
― Osho Rajneesh