I exist, I am, I am here, I am becoming, I make my own life and no one else makes it for me. I must face my own shortcomings, mistakes, transgressions. No one can suffer my non-being as I do, but tomorrow is another day, and I must decide to leave my bed and live again. And if I fail, I don't have the comfort of blaming you or life or God.
Leo BuscagliaThis loving person is a person who abhors waste - waste of time, waste of human potential. How much time we waste. As if we were going to live forever.
Leo Buscaglia