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I Sometimes React To Making A Mistake As If I Have Betrayed Myself. My Fear Of Making A Mistake Seems To Be Based On The Hidden Assumption That I Am Potentially Perfect And That If I Can Just Be Very Careful I Will Not Fall From Heaven. But A 'mistake' Is A Declaration Of The Way I Am, A Jolt To The Way I Intend, A Reminder I Am Not Dealing With The Facts. When I Have Listened To My Mistakes I Have Grown.

Very Seldom Will A Person Give Up On Himself. He Continues To Have Hope Because He Knows He Has The Potential For Change. He Tries Again - Not Just To Exist, But To Bring About Those Changes In Himself That Will Make Life Worth Living. Yet People Are Very Quick To Give Up On Friends, And Especially On Their Spouses, To Declare Them Hopeless, And To Either Walk Away Or Do Nothing More Than Resign Themselves To A Bad Situation.

Just When I Think I Have Learned The Way To Live, Life Changes And I Am Left The Same. The More Things Change The More I Am The Same. I Am What I Started With, And When It Is All Over I Will Be All That Is Left Of Me.

It's Not That We Fear The Place Of Darkness, But That We Don't Think We Are Worth The Effort To Find The Place Of Light.

Moods Should Be Heard But Never Danced To.