Time life is full of riches,we are alltime poor;inject lifeinto your days,for time slips awayas windthrough a closed fist,tomorrow is no guarantee,we cannot buy backwasted seconds,there is onlywhat remainsin our hourglass,spend it wisely
Leaving the Arena bright lights,rapid movement,a large crowd,a constant bombardment of noise;waves of soundslam into delicate ears,eyes are pulledin every direction,the senses overwhelmedwith stimulation;it endsand we are leftwith the peaceof silence
Excellence we all falter,even our best intentionsfall shortof perfection's standards;we must forgive ourselvesthese shortcomingsand move forward,continuing towardsexcellence
