Without Love We All Like Birds With

As Mankind Grew Obsessed With Its Hours, The Sorrow Of Lost Time Became A Permanent Hole In The Human Heart. People Fretted Over Missed Chances, Over Inefficient Days; They Worried Constantly About How Long They Would Live, Because Counting Life’s Moments Had Led, Inevitably, To Counting Them Down. Soon, In Every Nation And In Every Language, Time Became The Most Precious Commodity.

It’s Not Just Other People We Need To Forgive. We Also Need To Forgive Ourselves. For All The Things We Didn’t Do. All The Things We Should Have Done. You Can’t Get Stuck On The Regrets Of What Should Have Happened. I Always Wished I Had Done More With My Work; I Wished I Had Written More Books. I Used To Beat Myself Up Over It. Now I See That Never Did Any Good. Make Peace. You Need To Make Peace With Yourself And Everyone Around You.

All Endings Are Also Beginnings. We Just Don't Know It At The Time.

The Manager Once Called Me The 'best Freak' In His Stable, And, Sad As It Sounds, I Took Pride In That. When You Are An Outcast, Even A Tossed Stone Can Be Cherished.

Shouldn't The World Stop? Don't They Know What Has Happened To Me?