If The Desire To Write Is Not

It Is Enough That I Am Of Value To Somebody Today.

Perfectionism Is A Slow Death. If Everything Were To Turn Out Just Like I Would Want It To, Just Like I Would Plan For It To, Then I Would Never Experience Anything New; My Life Would Be An Endless Repetition Of Stale Successes. When I Make A Mistake I Experience Something Unexpected.... When I Have Listened To My Mistakes I Have Grown.

By Approaching My Problems With "what Might Make Things A Little Better?" Rather Than "what Is The Solution?" I Avoid Setting Myself Up For Certain Frustration. My Experience Has Shown Me That I Am Not Going To Solve Anything In One Stroke; At Best I Am Only Going To Chip Away At It.

Forgive And Be Happy. That Is The Ancient Secret?the Only Wisdom Ever To Be Attained.

Very Seldom Will A Person Give Up On Himself. He Continues To Have Hope Because He Knows He Has The Potential For Change. He Tries Again - Not Just To Exist, But To Bring About Those Changes In Himself That Will Make Life Worth Living. Yet People Are Very Quick To Give Up On Friends, And Especially On Their Spouses, To Declare Them Hopeless, And To Either Walk Away Or Do Nothing More Than Resign Themselves To A Bad Situation.