Strawberry Crest

I passed a high school named “Strawberry Crest” the other day. Real place, real building. Magical name, eh?

And the halls are filled with broken pencils, broken hearts and broken dreams the same as any other school.

Nothing is perfect. Nothing is without struggle. We can package up the outside; wear heels, have a perfect hair cut, wear an amazing shirt, have a great landing page or catchy URL…there’s still junk on the inside. Still tough, rough and ugly.

I don’t know what this does for you, but it makes me want to smile at everyone a little more and give some extra love to everyone I meet.

We don’t know which battle they came from and what war they’re headed for.