LaSoaphia QuXazs

(1934 / Budapest, Hungary, living in the USA)

Life is a school to correct the soul.


Some philosopher believed that the body is a prison in a school,
For correction of the soul.
Some of us are facing what comes, some run away,
Food, drink, drugs, music, instead of doing, they just pray.

Stand up straight & know God is there always with you,
There is no reason to run, anyway you get eventually the lesson too.
Let go, let life bring you what it may,
Face your problems, solve them, but enjoy every day.

The past is gone, the future is up to your expectation,
Do not blame, forgive all, everything was necessary for your correction.

Submitted: Monday, August 05, 2013
Edited: Thursday, August 29, 2013
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