No One Gets Out Of This World

I Love To Think That The Day You're Born, You're Given The World As A Birthday Present.

I Am Often Accused Of Being Childish. I Prefer To Interpret That As Child-like. I Still Get Wildly Enthusiastic About Little Things. I Tend To Exaggerate And Fantasize And Embellish. I Still Listen To Instinctual Urges. I Play With Leaves. I Skip Down The Street And Run Against The Wind. I Never Water My Garden Without Soaking Myself. It Has Been After Such Times Of Joy That I Have Achieved My Greatest Creativity And Produced My Best Work.

There Are Scores Of People Waiting For Someone Just Like Us To Come Along; People Who Will Appreciate Our Compassion, Our Encouragement, Who Will Need Our Unique Talents. Someone Who Will Live A Happier Life Merely Because We Took The Time To Share What We Had To Give.

Love Is Always Changing And Unless We Stay Aware And Change With It, It Eludes Us.

Don't Spend Your Precious Time Asking "why Isn't The World A Better Place?" It Will Only Be Time Wasted. The Question To Ask Is "how Can I Make It Better?" To That There Is An Answer.