Someone sent
me the following in an e-mail. I have no idea who wrote it, so if you are the
author of the following, thank you for sharing your words of wisdom. I think
they speak to us all.
I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And, eventually, I remember the important things. Over the years, my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break, when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength, and understanding, and compassion. A heart never broken, is pristine, and sterile, and will never know the joy of being imperfect.
I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning grey, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.
As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself any more I've even earned the right to be wrong. I like getting older, it has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day (if I feel like it).
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