Many Have Changed So Much That They

The Words Dripped On My Consciousness, Sank Into My Being, And Carried Me Away To The Magic Long Ago Of Once Upon A Time.

What Do You Get Out Of Hating People, Out Of Having This Bitterness In Your Heart Always?

To Get From People You Had To Give A Piece Of Yourself, A Real Piece That Mattered. Just Being Nice Was Not Enough.

To Live With The Conscious Knowledge Of The Shadow Of Uncertainty, With The Knowledge That Disaster Or Tragedy Could Strike At Any Time; To Be Afraid And To Know And Acknowledge Your Fear, And Still To Live Creatively And With Unstinting Love: That Is To Live With Grace.

To Get Where You Want To Go, You Can't Only Do What You Like.