I will never again be so young as I am now. I only posses each second, each moment once, and if I am not concious of each moment then I do not possess it at all. Am I wasting myself on something false? On pettiness, jealousy, fear, or an empty tought? Am I proud of how I've lived so far? When I take the final inventory of my life, will this moment be vivid and significant or just another forgettable detail in a long dull dream? I want to be more concious, more aware, more alive, not wasting myself on things that take me farther from myself like hatred, fear, worry, and gossip, but constantly reinvesting my energy in the things that make me feel vital...like being still...like writting what i know is real rather than what I think makes me seem cool...and learning to love all people as I love God and all things.Get MySpace Layouts from nUCLEArcENTURy .COM OR create your own using MySpace profile editor !!!
MySpace Layouts MySpace Layouts
