Wow, the last sentence was something I was mulling over for the past 3 days! I'm not afraid that my life will end, but I'm 'afraid' that it has not somewhat BEGUN! There are simply too many things I've wanted to do and I've not started doing! Arghhhh!!! Time is running out! Help!
A friend sent this email to me which I'm reproducing here:
"As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down probably will.
You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it's harder every time.
You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken.
You'll fight with your best friend.
You'll blame a new love for things an old one did.
You'll cry because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually lose someone you love.
So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you've never been hurt because
every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back.
Don't be afraid that your life will end, be afraid that it will never begin."
I've been living cautiously all my life because of family obligations. Perhaps I should start living dangerously? Hmm...
Posted by Jane