When Two People Are Meant To Be

When Will People Learn That Just Because You Can Make Something Doesn’t Mean You Should?

You Work Hard On A Book And Throw It Out There And Then It's Beyond Your Control.

Being The Survivor Stinks.

When You Are Five, You Know Your Age Down To The Month. Even In Your Twenties, You Know How Old You Are. I'm Twenty-three You Say, Or Maybe Twenty-seven. But Then In Your Thirties, Something Strange Starts To Happen. It Is A Mere Hiccup At First, An Instant Of Hesitation. How Old Are You? Oh, I'm--you Start Confidently, But Then You Stop. You Were Going To Say Thirty-three, But You Are Not. You're Thirty-five. And Then You're Bothered, Because You Wonder If This Is The Beginning Of The End. It Is, Of Course, But It's Decades Before You Admit It.

The More Distressing The Memory, The More Persistent It's Presence.