Twenty years from now, you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.
Here I go again
Like a rushing stream
cruising through the plains
Like a defiant eagle
gliding through the air
Like a lone ship
sailing in rough seas
Like a shooting star
blazing in your night sky
I’m a kite cut loose
Stolen by the winds
Flying past edges of pain
While you complain in vain
of twists and turns
and how your world burns
Mountains cannot be surmounted except by winding paths.
— Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
You gotta be willing to take the hits, and not pointing fingers saying you ain't where you wanna be because of him, or her, or anybody.
