The Album Legend has it that within the chapter of time there existed a fable which was true to its essence. There once lived a woman who was not happy with her life. She constantly recalled her younger days when she ignorantly pursued avenues which amounted to nothing more than idle waste. She so dearly wished she could go back to those days and change so many aspects of her life, as she now had the maturity to distinguish the light from the dark, the good from the bad. She now had the ‘wisdom’ which she never had long ago. But it was too late. She was too old. To add misery to sorrow, her only recollections of her years gone by was an album she had kept, which contained priceless photos that she treasured so dearly (that meant more to her now than life itself). Looking at the photos recalled the struggle and pain. One night as she was glancing through the album, in the midst of her anguish she beheld the presence of an angel, and momentarily fell victim to a hypnotic trance, which revealed gems and mysteries which lay hidden in her future. The chief purpose of the angel’s revelation was to tell her that her album was almost complete, and that only one last photograph remained before she too was to follow the same path as that of the angel itself. Upon waking, she had hope within her heart for the destiny of her future. She felt inside that she still perhaps does have a purpose yet to complete. She felt ‘reborn’ as her youthhood could perhaps be ‘relived.’ Then she made a decision to sacrifice her recollections by risking to bear a child. She struggled and screamed in pain. She died for her only child. The last photo was taken. Her album was complete. Her heart could rest in content. Her child was her guiding angel. She in turn was its genesis. Its source. Its protector. Its shelter. Its mother. Her life was now being relived. Now she was reborn… www.inspirationalodysseys.comBirth sign: Not entered
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