Hamlet at 70: "To sleep, perchance to dream. To awaken, perchance to go to the bathroom."
I’ve concluded, after many years, that my mind works by process of elimination. Problem is, it hasn’t eliminated anything yet.
That portion of reality that can be composed within a frame can be understood.
You can as easily love without trusting as you can hug without embracing.
Dare to be imperfect and one day there will tug at your sleeve a soulmate.
Happiness is life served up with a scoop of acceptance, a topping of tolerance and sprinkles of hope, although chocolate sprinkles also work.