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Birds Sing After A Storm. Why Shouldn't We?

No One Will Ever Feel Sorry For Me.

When I Think Of My Past, I Try To Dwell On The Good Times, The Happy Moments, And Not To Be Haunted By The Bad. . . To Me The Gift Of Life Is Contained In The Command, Whatever Happens: "don't Let It Get You. Just Keep On Going." Thus, I Try To Think Of The Good That I Have Already Experienced And What Will Still Be Coming.

Neither Comprehension Nor Learning Can Take Place In An Atmosphere Of Anxiety.

Life Isn't A Matter Of Milestones, But Of Moments.