The First Step Of A Journey Is

There Are People Who Come Into Our Lives As Welcome As A Cool Breeze In Summer- And Last About As Long.

Some So Fear The Future That They Suffocate The Present. It's Like Committing Suicide To Avoid Being Murdered.

Some People Were Born To Work For Others. Not In A Mindless, Servile-way--rather They Simply Work Better In A Set Regimen Of Daily Tasks And Functions. Others Were Born Of The Entrepreneurial Spirit And Enjoy The Demands Of Self-determination And The Roll Of The Dice.

That Which We Expect Of Life Is Indeed All That It Ever Can Be.

The More Someone Assures You That Everything Is Okay, The More You Can Be Assured That It's Not.