For Me, Living Means I Can Be

Do I Wither Up And Disappear, Or Do I Make The Best Of My Time Left?

Now That I'm Suffering, I Feel Closer To People Who Suffer More Than I Ever Did Before. The Other Night, On Tv, I Saw People In Bosnia Running Across The Street, Getting Fired Upon, Killed, Innocent Victims....and I Just Started To Cry. I Feel Their Anguish As If It Were My Own. I Don't Know Any Of These People. But - How Can I Put This? I'm Almost......drawn To Them.

Because If You've Found Meaning In Your Life, You Don't Want To Go Back. You Want To Go Forward.

Is Today The Day? Am I Ready? Am I Doing All I Need To Do? Am I Being The Person I Want To Be?

These Were People So Hungry For Love That They Were Accepting Substitutes. There Were Embracing Material Things And Expecting A Sort Of Hug Back. But It Never Works. You Can't Substitute Material Things For Love Or For Gentleness Or For Tenderness Or For A Sense Of Comradeship. Money Is No Substitute For Tenderness, And Power Is Not A Substitute For Tenderness. I Can Tell You As I'm Sitting Here Dying, When You Most Need It, Neither Money Nor Power Will Give You The Feeling You're Looking For, No Matter How Much Of Them You Have.