A free man walks lightly,
because nothing he owns
can own him
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Frost in the treetops,
and somehow the heart stays warm
Here we go again
Some people pray.
Some people bake
I woke up a little broken,
but I trust the day
to sing me back together.
They call me grandpa,
but they make me feel brand new
Grandchildren don’t make you feel old
They make you feel chosen.
Free time is the quiet rebellion.
The hours that don’t ask what you do,
only who you are
Chase your dreams,
yes — but meet them well-rested.
Eight hours of sleep is the real secret weapon
Happiness is good health and a bad memory
Ingrid bergman