Morgan Williams
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Life, Love & Other Lessons Learned
Chapter 1 Trust is a special thing. As delicate as the petal of a rose, when you give it to someone, you ultimately are hoping that they will treat it with as much care and respect, in that by giving them your trust, you are giving them a special gift of yourself. In ideal circumstances that gift is treated as a precious, valued item and treated with the utmost of care. On the other hand, there are times when you find yourself placing such trust in a person(s) and in the end, you find yourself wishing you never had. It is this lesson that would ultimately be the realization for a young woman but to begin, the broader picture would need to be considered. For her, this would be a lesson that would formulate the manner in which she would look at future events in her life but, in the hopes of not getting too far ahead, it would be best to begin, as they say, at the beginning.
By Morgan Williams4 years ago in Humans
Life, Love & Other Lessons Learned
Chapter 2: The Road Begins It was just another day, or at least it seemed like that in Katya’s mind. As she was nearing her late teens and getting ready to move on to college, she was spending a lot of time lately thinking about what she wanted to do with her life. Tall and slender with light brown hair that fell just above her shoulder, Katya was grateful for her slender physique, as it seemed to serve her well, in terms of engaging in her love of running. While others enjoyed competitive sports that involved playing on teams, she loved to run because, with running, it was about you. What you could do to make yourself feel better, or the chance to truly let your mind be free and have a sharper and clearer focus on what may have been troubling you at the time. This last concept was something that Katya found to be true, in that it would have become quite commonplace to have her early morning runs be a time in which she could be quiet with the thoughts that swarmed in her head and the only noise around her would be the rustling of the trees, or the sound of her feet as they hit the pavement.
By Morgan Williams4 years ago in Humans