Others have already picked up their cars for their wives, happy for themselves, happy for their wives, and I'm happy too. Only you, who are reading this post now, are not happy.
Without enduring the cold that pierces the bones, how can one get the fragrant plum blossoms?
Age is never a measure of 'whether you should strive'; life will never automatically get better just because you think 'it's time'.
Striving at twenty is for the right to choose;
Striving at forty is for the ability to protect;
Striving at sixty is for the freedom to love.
Don't wait for 'if only I had'; don't ask 'is it too late?'.
The person you want to become is hidden in every 'let's try again' of the present moment. No matter how old you are, those who dare to strive are forever young.
