I Have A Song full of life’s crescendos and decrescendos, romantic melodies, and intense marches. It is the soundtrack to my life, which I play for me. I don’t have life’s answers, only questions of who I am and where I’m going. Maybe my song takes me to the answers; maybe it is simply noise. But it is my song.
There is a Chinese Proverb that states: "A bird does not sing because it has the answers. It sings because it has a song." This is my song. I don't pretend to have the answers.
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