Monday, February 28, 2005

Where is it written what it is I'm meant to be? It all began the day I found that from my window I could only see a piece of sky. I stepped outside and looked around. I never dreamed it was so wide or even half as high. The time had come to try my wings; even though it seemed at any moment I could fall. I felt the most amazing thing... the things you can't imagine if you've never flown at all, though it's safer to stay on the ground. Sometimes where danger lies, there the sweetest of pleasures are found. No matter where I go, they'll be memories that tug at my sleeve, but there will also be more to question yet more to believe. The more I live, the more I learn. The more I learn, the more I realize the less I know. Each step I take, each page I turn, each mile I travel only means the more I have to go. What's wrong with wanting more?! If you can fly then soar. With all there is, why settle for just a piece of sky?
Barbara Streisand


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