The difficulty in life is the choice. When you are young, there seems to be so much time and so many choices, none of which seems to matter very much because it seems that later on you can always choose again. But then, suddenly, you are old.
to grow old is not a punishment but a privilege — that of having survived the loneliness of childhood, the brash insecurity of youth, the turmoil of middle age, in order to begin the continuous creative act of holding on while letting go.
4w ago
Underscored — save the words that stop you in your tracks.
