When you are measuring life, you are not living it.

And on a cold Sunday afternoon, he was joined in his home by a small group of friends and family for a 'living funeral'. Each of them spoke and paid tribute.. Some cried. Some laughed. One woman read a poem:
'My dear and loving cousin..
Your ageless heart
as you ,love through time, layer on layer,
tender sequoia..'
.. And all the heartfelt things we never get to say to those we love, Morrie said that day.

It's such a shame to waste time. We always think we have so much of it.

No life is a waste. The only time we waste is the time we spend thinking we are alone.

And on a cold Sunday afternoon, he was joined in his home by a small group of friends and family for a 'living funeral'. Each of them spoke and paid tribute.. Some cried. Some laughed. One woman read a poem:
'My dear and loving cousin..
Your ageless heart
as you move through time, layer on layer,
tender sequoia..'
.. And all the heartfelt things we never get to say to those we love, Morrie said that day.

I wrote articles about rich athletes who, for the most part, could not care less about people like me.
.. My days were full, yet I remained, much of the time, unsatisfied.
What happened to me?