As I’ve gotten older I have changed, and I hope for the better.

I still get riled up but maybe not as easily as I used to.

I still lose my temper on occasion but not as often as I used to.

I don’t know much. But I do know that we will never regret compassion, and kindness… we will never ever have to wish we could take those actions and words back.

Time is the only gift you can give that you can never get back. It’s because it can’t be bought, and it’s a piece of yourself that you are giving that will hopefully be appreciated and never be forgotten.

Tangible things can be lost, stolen, or broken. Your kindness, compassion, and attention given to someone cannot, but will hopefully be remembered and passed on.

I always thought crying was a sign of weakness, and I never used to cry.

A claim of a broken heart was just a crutch used by weak people, until it happened to me. It is real, and a hard thing to live with. People say time heals all wounds, and broken hearts heal… but I assure you they never do. A broken heart is like a dinner plate that gets dropped and broken. You can pick up the pieces and glue them back together, but it is still a broken plate.

So try to be tender with the young, compassionate towards the aged, sympathetic with the struggling and tolerant with those that are wrong. Because sometime in your life, you will have been all of these, as I have.

“Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.” -Mark Twain