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Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart. Stay hungry. Stay foolish.
Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma - which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of other's opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.
Putting the job ahead to your heart is a mistake. Risking our hearts is why we're alive. The last thing you want is to look back on your life and wonder if only...
If you have a tender message or a loving word to say don't wait until you forget it. The loving words unspoken, The letter never sent, the long forgotten message, the wealth of love unspont. For these some hearts are breaking, for these some loved-ones wait, so show them, that you care for them, before it ist too late.
They say there's a tree in the forest. A tree that will give you a sign. Come along with me to the Sweetheart Tree, come and carve your name next to mine. They say if you kiss the right sweetheart, the one you've been waiting for, big blossoms of white will burst into sight and your love will be true evermore.
Summertime, I think, is a collective unconscious. We all remember the notes that made up the song of the ice cream man; we all know what it feels like to brand our thighs on a playground slide that's heated up like a knife in a fire; we all have lain on our backs with our eyes closed and our hearts beating across the surface of our lids, hoping that this day will stretch just a little longer than the last one, when in fact it's all going in the other direction.
