You know, as we come to the end of this phase
of our life,
We find ourselves trying to remember the good
times
And trying to forget the bad times,
And we find ourselves thinking about the future.
We start to worry , thinking, "What am I gonna
do?
Where am I gonna be in ten years?"
But I say to you, "Hey, look at me!"
Please, don't worry so much.
Because in the end, none of us have very long on this Earth
Life is fleeting.
And if you're ever distressed,
Cast your eyes
to the summer sky
When the stars are strung across the velvety
night.
And when a shooting star streaks through the
blackness, turning night into day...
...Make a wish
And think of me.
Make your life spectacular.
I know I did.
