Fences
I have been going over the pictures I took in Bohol and this one strikes a cord with me. Often times we live in fences that we create for ourselves. We stop daring to dream because of one thing or another and feel like we can’t move on.
I see this sometimes when I travel. This picture shows that.
For a long time I felt this way about my first love. Like I couldn’t move on. Then one day I found the key to the fence I had built.
Don’t forget to look for your key. It’s there.
Penny