If I could travel..Like a leaf..Carried through the gentle winds beneath an angel’s wings..I would pray that some day I will arrive by your side..So that we could discover..Eternity..Holding you eternally..In my arms as we discover..Love..Forever..Through time..
Every day I pass by the library where there’s a small plaza, at the plaza there’s always a guy playing his clarinet.
It sounds terrible and he knows people would wish he’d give up, he can see people looking at him but the ones that are regularly don’t mind at all. They understand that what keeps him going is his passion for what he wants to do. People lack the passion for their goals these days, if you want something badly enough. Then work at it, otherwise if all you do is nothing then all you’ll get is exactly that, something to think about….