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Saturday, July 26, 2008


I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle and end.

GILDA RADNER (1946-1989)

I came across this quote while blogsurfing today, and it hits the mark for me. My life may not have been defined by hardship, but I certainly have felt reality fall short of my dreams - even the small and simple ones.

Sometimes, I wonder whether my friend was right in telling me that there is no place for idealists in this world. Dreaming brings about expectations which reality hardly ever meets. It makes us feel disenchanted and frustrated.

Yet, the slightest glimmer of hope can make me jump with two open arms. It keeps me fighting on, and believing that life is well worth fighting for.

The goal is to live a full, productive life even with all that ambiguity. No matter what hap- pens, whether the cancer never flares up again or whether you die, the important thing is that the days that you have had you will have lived.

GILDA RADNER (1946-1989)


posted by Jared
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