In the end you don't so much find yourself as you find someone who knows who you are.
On a windswept hill by a billowing sea, my destiny sits and waits for me.
O, how much simpler things would be If eyes could paint or brush could see.
You can accept reality, or you can persist in your purpose until reality accepts you.
Each day is an opportunity to travel back into tomorrow's past and change it.
I hope some day to meet God, because I want to thank Him for the flowers.