In the burdens and pressures of life have you ever stopped to think from where they originated? Who actually made such a thing called pressure or burden? Have you stopped to think about the complaining passenger who sits in the seat next to you while your driving?
Have you thought about the generations of hand me downs that you’re wearing? No, not your clothes but those Genes you’re wearing in your skin.
Think in this moment and time if you really know who are? See, when the truth is right it fits tight. You will always be alright when you live in the truth.
When your passenger seats has someone you really don’t know how do you know you? When you don’t know where the genes you wear came from, how can you know you?