What an unbearable sorrow it would be, to realized I'd never really tasted to things I'd eaten, or seen the places I'd been. What life would I have? I would be like the dancer who had practiced since childhood for a performance she would never give.

Chances depends on circumstances 
But choices depends on attitude

Round and round and round we go,  And where we stop, nobody knows.

Love is only a word, until we decide to let it posses us with all its force. Love is only a word, until someone arrives to give it meaning.

Written By Paulo Coelho

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