Remember to be gentle with yourself and others. We are all children of chance, and none can say why some fields will blossom and others lay brown beneath the August sun. Care for those around you. Look past your differences. Their dreams are no less than yours, their choices in life no more easily made. And give. Give in any way you can, of whatever you possess. To give is to love. To withhold is to whither. Care less for your harvest than how it is shared, and your life will have meaning and your heart will have peace.
Kent Nerburn, Letters to My Son