Flashback
Today I can choose to be the person I want to be
Flashback
While clothing may become ripped, old, and worn, my neshamah remains impervious to that pain
Flashback
“I picture myself holding a pretty pink balloon, and then I let it go”
Flashback
The amount of blessing will be directly proportionate to the depths of my heart
Flashback
“Sometimes it’s good that there isn’t any key at all, that there’s no hint of salvation”