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Life


We're born not knowing anything, and as we live, we learn. We're taught things don't come easy, and what we want, we earn. But lessons that we're taught in school, like share, say please, be nice, and all about the Golden Rule, alone will not suffice. Try not to act in anger, or vent while you're upset, things we say or do today we later may regret. Thinking back through out the years it makes me kind of sad, my life did not turn out the way I really wish it had.
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