Dear Diary, this picture i took a couple of days ago. During one of my walks. I like donkeys. They're curious and sweet. When they let me come near, and share a little bit of their lives with me, i feel like its my Birthday. In Greece i've been on one, transporting me up a hill. Its owner treated the donkey poorly. Its no wonder, the donkey responded kind of stubborn. I've been like that for a long time, stubborn. Far worse than that donkey. Rebelling against almost anyone and everything that was good to and for me. Believing i knew best. But boy, how wrong i was! It has cost me a lot. Have denied myself a whole lot of blessings.
I was too scared to surrender. I've learned that in order to be a blessing, i first need to recieve blessings. I used to believe that i had nothing to give. That's correct. Because i was too busy with me, myself and i. And rebelling against goodness. Goodness always is a
gift.