frozen only with snow
throw out nonessential numbers. this includes age, weight and height. let the doctor worry about them. that's why you pay him/her.
keep only cheerful friends. the grouches pull you down.
keep learning. learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening, whatever. never let the brain idle. "an idle mind is the devil's workshop. and the devil's name is alzheimer's."
enjoy the simple things.
laugh often, long and loud. laugh until you gasp for breath.
the tears happen. endure, grieve, and move on. the only person who is with us our entire life, is ourselves. be alive while you are alive.
surround yourself with what you love, whether it's family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever. your home is your refuge.
cherish your health: if it is good, preserve it. if it is unstable, improve it. if it is beyond what you can improve, get help.
don't take guilt trips. take a trip to the mall, to the next country, to a foreign country, but not to where the guilt is.
tell the people you love that you love them, at every opportunity.
and always remember: life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
my dream ended when i was born. although i never knew it then, i just held on to something that would never come to pass. dreams really do exist. but in the morning when you wake up, they are remembered just as a dream. that is what happened to me.
i always had the dream to dance like a beautiful ballerina twirling around and around and hearing people applaud for me. when i was young, i would twirl around and around in the fields of wildflowers that grew in my backyard.
i thought that if i twirled faster everything would disappear and i would wake up in a new place. reality woke me up when i heard a voice saying, "i don't know why you bother trying to dance. ballerinas are pretty, slender little girls. besides, you don't have the talent to even be a ballerina." i remember how those words paralyzed every feeling in my body. i fell to the ground and wept for hours.
we lived in the country by a nearby lake. i did not like to be at home. when my parents were home, my mother just yelled and criticized because nothing was ever perfect in her life. she dreamed of a different life but she ended up living in the country far away from the city where she believed her dreams would have come true.
i enjoyed hanging out by the water. i would sit there for hours and stare at my reflection. there i was, looking nothing like a pretty ballerina dancer. reflections don't lie. once the waves would come, my reflection was gone. washed away just like my dream to dance.
as i grew older, i began to realize that the reason my dream was even born, was because it was something that was inside of me. the dream i had was never nurtured and cared for, so it slowly died. it's not that i wanted it to die, but i allowed it to die the day i started listening to the words, "you can't do it." when i finally woke up from many years of dreaming, i realized that you can't settle for dancing in the wildflowers, you have to move on to the platform.