By walking I found out
Where I was going.
By intensely hating, how to love
By loving, whom and what to love.
You’ve come far and though you’re far from the end,
you don’t mind where you are, cuz you know where you’ve been.
Things don’t get solved for nothing and things don’t get better from sitting around.
Nothing's going to get better until you pick up and start.
All words mean less, the more you hear—nothing goes away with more time.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map