I found this old door in our complex and thought I would put my hoop on there. It's beautiful to me because it's worn and weathered, and it has a story to tell.
I feel that each of our lives are shaped by the scars we carry, they make us who we are. There was a time in my own life where all I had to hold on to was hope. Hope is the one thing we have left when we are weathered, and when everything else is uncertain.
When the world says, "Give up,"
Hope whispers, "Try it one more time."
~Author Unknown
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