I will love. More. So much love that no
one will have any idea what to do with me.
They will watch with a confused look and
wonder why I give so much and do not ask
for more in return. I will give it because
giving is getting and there is nothing
quite so important as emptying your heart
every single day and leaving nothing
undone, no declarations of it unsaid.
I will not only stop and smell the flowers,
I will plant them myself and watch them
grow old with me. I will pull over and
dance in every single rainfall, and I
will make snow angels even when there is
hardly any snow left for the wings.
I will never, ever believe in the words
“too late” because it is never too late
to be exactly who you wish, do exactly
what you should, say exactly what needs
to be heard, and live the exact life
you should be living.