Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Notes to myself 1

Change comes with a force. A force not to be stopped, a force that can't be.

For every moment that seems to change, is but a child conceived by the many parents before it.

Every moment that you have played with, every moment that you danced and laughed, and of all the moments you cried too. None is a bastard child with an untraced birth. Each with a lineage you can trace back in time...and in your weaknesses and your strengths.

Like a gate who you pass only once, the cost of a irreversibility and the price of progress, you walk through it.

But it is all for the ultimate good.

I hope so, pray so, for you all...and as well as me.
Goodnight.