AFTER AWHILE

After awhile, you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn't mean learning
And company doesn't mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
And presents aren't promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way of falling down mid-flight,
After awhile, you learn....
That even the sunshine burns if you get too much
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers,
And you learn that you really can endure...
That you really are strong,
And you really do have worth.
And you learn and you learn....
With every goodbye you learn.

-Veronica A Shoffstall-

Here are some words to live by:

"Fate determines who walks into your life. You decide who you let walk out, who you let stay, and who you refuse to let go."

"Never lie, steal, cheat, or drink. But if you must lie, ly in the arms of the one you love. If you must steal, steal away from bad company. If you must cheat, cheat death. And if you must drink, drink in the moments that take your breath away."

"Life is too short to be anything but happy- so kiss slowly, love deeply, forgive quickly, take chances and forget the past, but not what its taught you."


If you want to take your mission in life to the next level, if you're stuck and you don't know how to rise, don't look outside yourself. Look inside. Don't let your fears keep you mired in the crowd. Abolish your fears and raise your commitment level to the point of no return, and I guarantee you that the Champion Within will burst forth to propel you toward victory.
~ Bruce Jenner ~

...Nothing is more PAINFUL then regret...
-Anonymous

Allan K. Chalmers:
The Grand essentials of happiness are: something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.

Anais Nin:
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.