Life is short. And uncertain. It is like a drop of water skittering around on a lotus leaf. You never know when it will drop off the edge and disappear. So each day is far too precious to waste. And each day that you are not radiantly alive and brimming with cheer is a day wasted.
I love the French language. The guttural Rs…the way one word seems to join another in a sentence…except in certain cases…pure music. To learn French back when I was in secondary school – our teacher always started the lesson by asking us to “écouter et répéter…” – listen and repeat. In Og Mandino’s ‘The GreatestContinue reading “écouter et répéter”