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"I dread to come to the end of the year,said a friend to me recently, "it makes me realize I am growing old.”
　　William James, the great psychologist, said that most men are "old fogies at twenty-five",He was right. Most men at twenty-five are satisfied with their jobs. They have accumulated the little stock of prejudices that they call their "Principles, " and closed their minds to all new ideas; they have ceased to grow.
　　The minutea man ceases to grow-no matter what his years-that minute he begins to be old. On the other hand, the really great man never grows old.
　　Goethe passed out at eighty-three, and finished his Faust only a few years earlier; Gladstone took up a new language when he was seventy. Laplace, the astronomer, was still at work when death caught up with him at seventy-eight. He died crying, "What we know is nothing; what we do not know is immense."
　　And there you have the real answer to the question, "When is a man old?"
　　Laplace at seventy-eight died young. He was still unsatisfied, still sure that he had a lot to learn.
　　As long as a man can keep himself in that attitude of mind, as long as he can look back on every year and say , "I grew," he is still young.
　　The minute he ceases to grow, the minute he says to himself, "I know all that I need to know,"--that day youth stops. He may be twenty-five or seventy-five, it makes no difference. On that day he begins to be old.

　　Every Romeo has a Juliet
Wishful thinkers have their stars
Hopeless romantics each have a love song
Played on their guitars

But you
You're everything
This foolish heart could ever define
Every wish,
Every dream,
Every prayer come true
I feel so blessed to call you mine

You're my you,
Even more
No one else I'll adore
You're my you
In my mind
Simply one of a kind

You're the one who never fails to brighten my day
My princess in every fairytale
You're my mornin' 'til night
Such a beautiful sight
You're my you

Your e1,
Your lips
The touch of your fingertips

Promise me you'll never take them away
For as long as I exist

But you
You're everything
This foolish heart could ever define
Every wish,
Every dream,
Every prayer come true
I feel so blessed to call you mine

You're my you,
Even more
No one else I'll adore
You're my you
In my mind
Simply one of a kind

You're the one who never fails to brighten my day
My princess in every fairytale
You're my mornin' 'til night
Such a beautiful sight
You're the heat of the fire in a cold winter's night
You're a raindrop in June,
You're the sun
You're the one,
You're my you

A long way in life, we may have had too much, but we are still constantly trying to find. Life is a continual process of owning and looking. Never have, you will work hard to find; to lose possession, you will find around. Sometimes, trying very hard to find, but you lose the original possession; sometimes you may not searched when I look back, that person was here, and lights Bend. In the process of ownership and look for the most important thing is not owned, nor is it hard to look for, but that the process and the right have a good look for attitude.
Childhood we know that a story: There was a small monkey, which go into the mountains to find food. It came to the hill saw a peach tree, climbed on the merry Quzhai; finishes harvesting peaches in itself continue to move forward, he saw a peach Quzhai corn corn on the throw; finishes harvesting corn, a small monkey to go forward and saw a piece of watermelon, the watermelon on the throwing corn Quzhai; picked watermelon continued to move forward and saw a little white rabbit, the small monkeys are very pleased, they threw watermelon catch the rabbit. Finally a small white rabbit ran into the woods disappeared, and small monkeys for nothing, depressing home. This story is not correct reaction to a small monkey in the ownership and the process of looking for a wrong opinion? It has a do not cherish the time, he stubbornly blind to find, the result is empty-handed. Life is so, some people just do not look back at the blind to find everything we have wait and see. Therefore, we have time, have to carry treasure to grasp, not to indulge in the blind to find, there should be a kind of psychological contentment, as earlier said, "Sometimes, hard to find, but you have lost your original possession."
There is a little boy, from childhood to follow his uncle lives, because his mother left home. Unfortunately, my father had passed away. He was eager to motherly love, so ready to find his own mother, a person in the vast sea of the shuttle. One day, he tired and hungry, lying on the roadside fell asleep, a well-meaning aunt would take him back home. Aunt asked him why he lay on the roadside to sleep, he will say things out 11. The aunt was moved hear, so close he has done son, the little boy was very happy with the growth. When someone asked him why he is no longer to find their true mother, he replied: "Because I am now very happy, I 'have' a Mom, I tired of blindly looking for. Because I have already met all the present If I went to look for, maybe I will have more to lose. "
Yes ah! Journey in life, there are too many have is worth cherishing. Do not look for the blind blindly, try to look back to see their own now, perhaps you will find that you do not need too much to find, because you already have all sorts of happiness, joy!