And Nobody Had Told Them That They

Are You Saying That The Feeling Of Searching For A Missing Sock Is Like Searching For Love ?

Age Is Just A Number, Not A State Of Mind Or A Reason For Any Type Of Particular Behaviour.

Our Life Is Made Up Of Time; Our Days Are Measured In Hours, Our Pay Measured By Those Hours, Our Knowledge Is Measured By Years. We Grab A Few Quick Minutes In Our Busy Day To Have A Coffee Break. We Rush Back To Our Desks, We Watch The Clock, We Live By Appointments. And Yet Your Time Eventually Runs Out And You Wonder In Your Heart Of Hearts If Those Seconds, Minutes, Hours, Days, Weeks, Months, Years And Decades Were Being Spent The Best Way They Possibly Could. In Other Words, If You Could Change Anything, Would You?

I Think That Most People Go To Bookshops And Have No Idea What They Want To Buy. Somehow The Books Sit There, Almost Magically Willing People To Pick Them Up. The Right Person For The Right Book. Its As Though They Know Whose Life They Need To Be A Part Of, How They Can Make A Difference, How They Can Teach A Lesson, Put A Smile On A Face At Just The Right Time.

To New Beginnings. To The Pursuit Of...somethingness.