We spend our health in search of wealth. We work, we toil, we slave...Then we spend our wealth in search of health but all we get is a grave.
I woke up with this running through my head. It's something my grandmother sent me decades ago. It won't go away so I'm putting it here because I know it's for somebody. I know it's stark but the truth is often uncomfortable. So if this shoe fits heed these words. It's not that you don't have time, you don't make time. I know now, after all I've experienced, that life is a precious gift. There's a bit of prophet in me you know.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
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