MADE INTO STARS
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"I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckonded and winked. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I stay there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the groud at my feet." - Sylvia Plath.
He showed me His will and I chose not to obey.
Image Credit: The hands of Charles IX of France by Francious Clouet. Sourced from Pinterest