Dere''s A Luxury In
Self-Reproach,
Whn V Blame
Ourselves,
V Feel Dath No One Else
Has A Rite 2 Blame Us.
Its d Confession, Not
The Priest, Dat Gives
Us Absoluti
Nobody grows old merely by living a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals. Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.
Drop The Idea Of Becoming Someone,
Because
You Are Already A Masterpiece.
You Cannot Be Improved.
You Have Only To Come To It, To Know It, To Realize It...
