I am concinved that most people do not grow up. We find parking places and honor our credit cards. We marry and dare to have children and call that growing up. I think what we do is mostly grow old. We carry accumulation of years in our bodies and on our faces, but generally our real selves, the children inside, are still innocent and shy as magnolias.

Letter to my daughter, 5



Posted in General by Johannes Malherbe, 4 years ago. 1759 hit(s).