Of course I doubt. I do not practice a certainty. I practice a faith.
The older you get, the fewer things it seems too late to do.
Toss your dashed hopes not into a trash bin but into a drawer where you are likely to rummage some bright morning.
Material success is always tempered by the recollection that there was some kind of happiness that was supposed to come with it.
Family life is a bit like a runny peach pie - not perfect but who's complaining?
It's hard, sometimes, when nothing's stopping you, to know what's stopping you.