Life Is Like A Garden, You Reap

Going After A Dream Has A Price. It May Mean Abandoning Our Habits, It May Make Us Go Through Hardships, Or It May Lead Us To Disappointment, Et Cetera. But However Costly It May Be, It Is Never As High As The Price Paid By People Who Didn't Live. Because One Day They Will Look Back And Hear Their Own Heart Say: 'i Wasted My Life.'

Oddly Enough I Never Used To Suffer From Depression On Cold, Gray, Cloudy Days Like This. I Feel As If Nature Is In Harmony With Me, That It Reflected My Soul. On The Other Hand, When The Sun Appeared, The Children Would Come Out To Play In The Streets, And Everyone Was Happy That It Was Such A Lovely Day, And Then I Would Feel Terrible, As If That Display Of Exuberance In Which I Could Not Participate Was Somehow Unfair.

Men Always Have Their Reasons. But The Fact Is That They Always Wind Up Leaving.

The Lake Was Silent For Some Time. Finally, It Said: "i Weep For Narcissus, But I Never Noticed That Narcissus Was Beautiful. I Weep Because, Each Time He Knelt Beside My Banks, I Could See, In The Depths Of His Eyes, My Own Beauty Reflected.

Happiness Is This Place That, Once You Arrive There, You Have Nothing Else To Do. You Get Bored. Passion Is This Up And Down; It's Like A Rollercoaster, You Know, And Much More Interesting To Me.