After All, The Wrong Is Done. It

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.

A Single Rose Can Be My Garden... A Single Friend, My World.

Each Of Us Is Responsible For Creating An Environment Of Warmth And Consideration For Those We Love. I Have Always Tried To Define A Good Day Not In Terms Of One In Which All Things Were Made Right And Comfortable For Me But Rather, As A Day In Which I Have Been Able To Make Another's Day More Loving And Special For Them. We Must Treat Each Other With Dignity. Not Because We Merit It But Because We Grow Best In Thoughtfulness.

The Fact That I Can Plant A Seed And It Becomes A Flower, Share A Bit Of Knowledge And It Becomes Another's, Smile At Someone And Receive A Smile In Return, Are To Me Continual Spiritual Exercises.

Life Is A Great And Wondrous Mystery, And The Only Thing We Know That We Have For Sure Is What Is Right Here Right Now. Don't Miss It.