What's Wrong With Being Number Two?

The Tension Of Opposites: Life Is A Series Of Pulls Back And Forth. You Want To Do One Thing, But You Are Bound To Do Something Else. Something Hurts You, Yet You Know It Shouldn't. You Take Certain Things For Granted, Even When You Know You Should Never Take Anything For Granted. A Tension Of Opposites, Like A Pull On A Rubber Band. And Most Of Us Live Somewhere In The Middle.

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.

As Long As We Can Love Each Other, And Remember The Feeling Of Love We Had, We Can Die Without Ever Really Going Away. All The Love You Created Is Still There. All The Memories Are Still There. You Live On—in The Hearts Of Everyone You Have Touched And Nurtured While You Were Here

All Right, That Was My Moment With Loneliness. I'm Not Afraid Of Feeling Lonely, But Now I'm Going To Put That Loneliness Aside And Know That There Are Other Emotions In The World, And I'm Going To Experience Them As Well.

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