I have often told you stories About the way I lived the life of a drifter Waiting for the day When I'd take your hand And sing you songs Then maybe you would say Come lay with me love me And I would surely stay But I feel I'm growing older And the songs that I have sung Echo in the distance Like the sound Of a windmill goin' 'round I guess I'll always be A soldier of fortune Many times I've been a traveler I looked for something new In days of old When nights were cold I wandered without you But those days I thought my eyes Had seen you standing near Though blindness is confusing It shows that you're not here Now I feel I'm growing older And the songs that I have sung Echo in the distance Like the sound Of a windmill goin' 'round I guess I'll always be A soldier of fortune Yes, I can hear the sound Of a windmill goin' 'round I guess I'll always be A soldier of fortune
...Life is not somewhere waiting for you, it is happening in you. Not in the future as a goal to be achieved, here and now, right now on your breathing, circulating in your blood pounding in his heart...
Do you feel, what you do, what you see and aggregates. . Take care of your, assess its importance fondly. Take care of yourself, adjustment up, ask yourself. Include the necessary, turn off the least important. Open hand when needed. And see what it's worth, insist! Increase the beauty of the verb stay ... Your life is unique and you are single ... Your life deserves a toast ...
That, every day, you take a chance ... For it to be full and happy ...