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All My Life, I Have Made It Complicated, But It Is So Simple. I Love When I Love. And When I Love, I Am Myself.

If My Attention Is Wandering, There Is Somewhere It Wants To Go, So Obviously It Does Not Want To Be Where I Am Holding It In The Name Of Some Self-styled Obligation.

Life Is Also A Mixture Of Unsolved Problems, Ambiguous Victories And Vague Defeats-with Very Few Moments Of Clear Peace.

It's Not That "today Is The First Day Of The Rest Of My Life," But That Now Is All There Is Of My Life.

My Trouble Is I Analyze Life Instead Of Live It.