What Else Is Life From

When You're Younger, You Tend To Be Reckless About Trying To Find Out Who You Are And What You Can Do And Should Do. But As You Get Older You Become More Accepting Of Yourself, And With That Comes Greater Contentment.

You Were Trying To Tell Me Something And I Was Trying To Tell You Something Else. We Didn't Trust Each Other And That Was Reason Enough To Make Each Of Us Right.

Being An Insomniac Only Slows Me Down. I Try Not To Write At Night, As I'm Concerned That This Will Affect The Quality.

There's The Ambiguity Of Human Relationships, For Instance. A Relationship Between Two People, Just Like A Sequence Of Words, Is Ambiguous If It Is Open To Different Interpretations. And If Two People Do Have Differing Views About Their Relationship - I Don't Just Mean About Its State, I Mean About Its Very Nature - Then That Difference Can Affect The Entire Course Of Their Lives.

What Else Is Life From The Time You Were Born But A Struggle To Matter, At Least To Someone?