That Which We Expect Of Life Is

Some Men See Mountains As Obstacles. Others As A Canvas.

Life Has Taught Me That To Fly, You Must First Accept The Possibility Of Falling.

Dance. Dance For The Joy And Breath Of Childhood. Dance For All Children, Including That Child Who Is Still Somewhere Entombed Beneath The Responsibility And Skepticism Of Adulthood. Embrace The Moment Before It Escapes From Our Grasp. For The Only Promise Of Childhood, Of Any Childhood, Is That It Will Someday End. And In The End, We Must Ask Ourselves What We Have Given Our Children To Take Its Place. And Is It Enough?

The Shackles Of Belief, When Reinforced By Fear, Are Difficult To Break Free From And Rarely Done.

Usually The Most Interesting Stories Are Written Not On Paper But Hearts.