Ahhh, the soundtrack of NYC...shoes shuffling, horns bellowing, near and distant voices , street musicians playing, and the smell of sidewalk dirt-water dogs and slightly burnt pretzels mix in the air with exhaust fumes. And I.....I truck along.
With age comes wisdom, it's true, so make sure the wisdom you gain is worthwhile.
I thought my self immature till I had a baby. A baby is a sure way to mature oneself. So I had two more! And now that they are grown and mature, they call me immature!
It takes two to tango. It takes two to marry. It takes two to keep it going.
Treat words like grains of salt. Grab hold of them and learn, but allow some to slip through your hands.
And above all else....I give thanks to God....everyday!
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