His thoughts are our thoughts.
When it comes down to our final breath, when the curtains close on this existence that we have been given, there are some who will think that it all turns black and we just cease to exist, that our thoughts just totally stop and that for lack of better words, we are no more. I can understand that logic, I just don’t agree with it.
My wife and I have five children and there isn’t one of them, regardless of their differences, that we do not love with all of our hearts. Not one of them is identical, each one of them has different characteristics and beliefs, yet my wife and I love each one of them, irrespective of their differing characteristics and beliefs. Any loving mother or father will know what I mean. Imperfect parents loving imperfect children. It’s just the way that it is.
When we become adolescents…
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