If You Keep Chasing Your Dreams, One

As Long As My Heart's Still In It, I'll Keep Going. If The Passion's There, Why Stop?... There'll Likely Be A Point Of Diminishing Returns, A Point Where My Strength Will Begin To Wane. Until Then, I'll Just Keep Plodding Onward, Putting One Foot In Front Of The Other To The Best Of My Ability. Smiling The Entire Time.

We Have Killed Our Souls With Comfort Instead Of Seeking Fulfillment And Achievement.

Run When You Can, Walk If You Have To, Crawl If You Must; Just Never Give Up.

Running Is A Simple, Primitive Act, And Therein Lays Its Power. For It Is One Of The Few Commonalities Left Between Us As A Human Race.

Most Dreams Die A Slow Death. They're Conceived In A Moment Of Passion, With The Prospect Of Endless Possibility, But Often Languish And Are Not Pursued With The Same Heartfelt Intensity As When First Born. Slowly, Subtly, A Dream Becomes Elusive And Ephemeral. People Who've Lost Their Own Dreams Become Pessimists And Cynics. They Feel Like The Time And Devotion Spent On Chasing Their Dreams Were Wasted. The Emotional Scars Last Forever.