She needed to talk, she needed to cry, she needed to vent all her frustrations and disappointments.

They say a story loses something with each telling.

I always pushed myself. Whenever I felt I needed to stop, I made myself run faster.

Nothing is never nothing. It's always something.

Often when we realize how precious those seconds are, it's too late for them to be captured because the moment has passed. We realize too late.

People forget they have options. And they forget that those things don't really matter. They should concentrate on what they have and not what they don't have. And by the way, wishing and dreaming doesn't mean concentrating on what you don't have, it's positive thinking that encourages hoping and believing, not whinging and moaning.

There's no limit to what you can dream. You expect the unexpected, you believe in magic, in fairy tales, and in possibilities. Then you grow older and that innocence is shattered and somewhere along the way the reality of life gets in the way and you're hit by the realization that you can't be all you wanted to be, you just might have to settle for a little bit less.