There are a lot of people who will give money or materials, but very few who will give time and affection.
The only question now is: How much can I hang on to?
Its easy to make frends if you let pepul laff at you.
I may not have all the time I thought I had.
When he admitted this to me, I found myself almost annoyed. It was as if he'd hidden this part of himself in order to deceive me, pretending-- as do many people I've discovered--to be what he is not. No one I've ever known is what he appears to be on the surface.
Who's to say that my light is better than your darkness? Who's to say death is better than your darkness? Who am I to say?