Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and
fierce, but still only light and flickering. The love of the
older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep-burning,
unquenchable.
You've got to love what you're doing. If you love
it, you can overcome any handicap or the soreness or all the
aches and pains, and continue to play for a long, long time.
You're not one of the reasons why life is worth living,
not one of the reasons why I'm happy all day long,
neither why I'll never feel alone - you'll never be
one of the reasons, because you'll always be the only
reason ....