Limitations are Nothing but Shadows of Our Fears



Limitations are nothing but shadows of our fears, if we allow them to stop us from reaching for our dreams, then we have allowed those fears to become monsters with claws instead of being the wispy, imaginary creatures that they are. Never let them....

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