There comes a time, when you
can't do the things you used to
do. In essence, everything seems
to catch up with you. It's a way of
life, which there's no escaping
from, but we have to meet it, just
the same. It's not the end of the
world. It's just another faze and
another, game. If we're reasonably
healthy and have a good frame of
mind, we have a lot going for us,
in every way. so even though we
can't do, what we used to. We're
still blessed, to be able to get out
of bed, everyday!
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