Ah, make the most of what we may yet spend,
Before we too into the Dust descend;
Dust into Dust, and under Dust, to lie;
Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and — sans End!
Life is stressing me out! I dont get why that should be?There is no peace at all. And what is life without peace? What is life without love?
All who read this keep in mind – when you stress, you stress people you interact with, most of all you stress people you love. It is not fair on them. They then make life miserable for people they interact with. It is not fair on anyone.
These days I want to do my own thing…in the sense, want to be my own boss, generate some money on my own terms…still figuring out though!! It takes lots of guts to venture that way!