Things someone wrote and I like...


Life is whats happening to you while you are busy making other plans... -- John Lennon
You are happy if you worry about the future, thinking about the present is unhappiness... -- KB
The more interesting part is the journey, not the destination... -- KB
                I WANT TO ...
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I dont want to be a bird soaring in the high skies
I dont want to be a comet blazing through the universe
I dont want to be a lion ruling the jungle
I dont want to be a prince feasting on caviar
I dont want to be an angel worshiped on a pedestal
I dont want to be a dolphin riding the ocean waves
I dont want to be a model who should be emulated
I dont want to be a midas counting his gold

BUT

I want to lie in bed and hear the patter on the panes
I want to read the tragedies and feel the pain
I want to read the comedies and laugh my heart out
I want to climb the mountain and breathe the fresh air
I want to camp in the jungle and listen to the silence
I want to walk on the beach and get my feet wet
I want to dance in the downpour and taste the raindrops
I want to jog in the park and smell the moist earth
I want to walk in the woods and see the morning dew
I want to ski down the hill and feel the wind
I want to hold snow in my hand and feel it melt
I want to hold her in my arms and feel her warmth
I want to be in need and be needed by someone

BUT

Here i am shackled to my duties
caught in the vortex of the world
Where I live not for me
I work not for satisfaction
but to fulfill expectations
I have been taught to compete
I have been trained to succeed
but sadly i have not been shown how to live...       

"THOUGHTS FOUND IN A WASTEBASKET"

How do you explain
Death to a child
Or progress to the wild
Or hatred to the mild

What, indeed,
Is the loss of what's dear
Or the coming of fear
Or the end of a year

Where does one go
To find yesterday's dawn
Or life's little pawn
Or heaven's front lawn?

How can one see
The cost of what's free
Or the dance of a bee
Or the thoughts of the sea

How can we take for granted
That which we don't understand
For like water dropped on the sand
It may well be soon gone

              -- Nick Oefinger, 18

                  LA Times Nov 1, 1998


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