When we have outlived the fantasies of life, we just live. We may not be among the chosen few, but still here and not there. No longer in the rhythm of a hurried life, but a life that brings forth its own season; memories fade and new adventures emerge; that's when we know we are among the living and not the dead.
Greater is the harvest for its long outcome, life does come to an end but the seeds planted are still reaping the harvest. The absorbent and fertile ground of young minds have substance, beauty, and charm, gently we must keep nurturing so they can grow and go.

Life's transcended past of experiences and acquired wisdom is earned and not taught, curves and bumps sometimes obstruct the view or force us to change our tide wind. We learn to celebrate and dance to its defeats and find the hidden message forbidding further flights.

The many paths walked and the hills climbed never makes us retreat, there are no limits only obstacles and they are few. Dreaming is a way of life but the reality is real and indispensable. Filling the dark spaces with hope, love and the warmth of light makes our light shine with rewarding promise and gratitude.

Not looking to exchange yesterday for today, but to sing new songs from a ranking tongue. Logic is sometimes misunderstood; change can be sluggish in movement, but old habits are hard to break. The streets of knowledge and wisdom are not overcrowded, be ready for its lingering under the blanket of which life falls and to all its dispensaries.

Never hidden in its conclusion; a life well lived always have meaning....................