“When you are old and grey and full of sleep
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep”
“No, this is not the beginning of a new chapter in my life;
this is the beginning of a new book!
That first book is already closed, ended, and tossed into the seas;
this new book is newly opened, has just begun!
Look, it is the first page!
And it is a beautiful one!”
the water was quite unruffled,
but the motion communicated by the tides was so great that,
although there was not a breath of air stirring,
the sea heaved slowly with a grand and majestic motion.
“Everyone runs around trying to find a place where they still serve breakfast
because eating breakfast, even if it’s 5 o’clock in the afternoon,
is a sign that the day has just begun and good things can still happen.
Having lunch is like throwing in the towel.”
Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it. Water is patient. Dripping water wears away a stone. Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water. If you can’t go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does.