Some days we dream and then other days we take the plunge. This playground is composed of words.
I concur with John Burroughs when he said, “I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, all the friends I want to see. Our time is too short for pettiness, angry words, wounded feelings, crushed souls. Perhaps the measure of life is not in its length, but in its love.”