Push myself. Throw myself in. Dive right in. Right in. Right on. Just keep swiming. Dive right in, the water's all that is.

We think we might drown and we do with heads above the water. And fool ourselves to think we're not. We gasp at life, we grasp at straws and think at least I'm not drowning. And asphyxiate with smiles on our faces.

Some people climb the hill and stop half way and think look how far I've come and some keep climbing to the top and survey all that lay below and think I have it all and some come running tumbling falling laughing down the hill to everything beyond. And don't stop. Don't stop. Don't. Stop. Running.

Climb the ladder, enjoy the view. Trust the former, revel the latter.

Give your pussy some love.

♫ Life is not tried it is meerly survived if you're standing outside the fire. ♫

So little is done for fear of change. Change someone's opinion of yourself today. Change is all there is love. Change from what is to what will be, from what has been to what is. My greatest fear is to not keep up with the change to what is. That I will fall behind, and be stuck in the past. Can we ever go to far, and stumble past into the future? weird shit happens when we do. Yes we can, and

Hey, try this Kids At Home: While lying in bed awaiting sleep, picture yourself on a cliff, the bottom obscured and invisible. Feel the wind. Hot or cold? Where is the sun? What color the ground? Breath your air. Now, jump off and fall. Feel the air ripping at your body, the speed that you are moving. Now fall. Fall. Fall. Fall until something happens. Then explore that, where ever it takes you.

Everything old is new again. There is everywhen, and there is now. You have never experienced now before, nor will you ever again. Similar nows, perhaps, but never the same one again.

Life is the music. We are the needle on the phonograph. We can no more stay the same than can the needle remain motionless. And when the music has finished, we will rest.

♫ When will I be free? When I shall cease to be. ♫

We are who? So true, so true. Who are we? We be, we be. Who we are. We are. We are.

The old days are past. The new days are here. The sister's a star. The friend is a father.

Don't let the echoes of the past dull the edges of the present. Don't let your memory cloud your thinking. Live in sunlight. Delightful laughter.

Isn't it a wonderful feeling to be alive? — Fred "Mister" Rogers