In The End, It’s All A Question

...the Face Has Limited Space. My Mother Used To Say, If You Fill Your Face With Laughing, There Will Be No More Room For Crying.

You See, You Cannot Draw Lines And Compartments, And Refuse To Budge Beyond Them, Sometimes You Have To Use Your Failures As Stepping Stones To Success

What Folly Made Young People, Even Those In Middle Age, Think They Were Immortal? How Much Better, Their Lives, If They Could Remember The End. Carrying Your Death With You Every Day Would Make It Hard To Waste Time On Unkindness And Anger And Bitterness, On Anything Petty. That Was The Secret: Remembering Your Dying Time, In Order To Keep The Stupid And The Ugly Out Of Your Living Time.

If There Was An Abundance Of Misery In The World, There Was Also Sufficient Joy, Yes - As Long As One Knew Where To Look For It.

How Can Time Be Long Or Short? Time Is Without Length Or Breadth. The Question Is, What Happened During Its Passing. And What Happened Is, Our Lives Have Been Joined Together.