Maybe it's not about being the best. Maybe it's about finding little things, that get you through the day. Whether it's the support of someone close to you, or letting yourself feel overwhelmed - if only for a moment.
Every time she laughs she hopes he's watchig. Not so that he sees she's happy but maybe, just maybe he'll fall for her smile just as hard as she fell for his.
Maybe it's always pepper that makes people hot-tempered and vinegar that makes them sour – and camomile that makes them bitter – and – and barley-sugar and such things that make children sweet-tempered. I only wish that people knew that: then they wouldn't be so stingy about it, you know.
Maybe you can afford to wait. Maybe for you there’s a tomorrow. Maybe for you there’s one thousand tomorrows, or three thousand, or ten, so much time you can bathe in it, roll around it, let it slide like coins through you fingers. So much time you can waste it. But for some of us there’s only today. And the truth is, you never really know.
