This morning I read a chapter from The Solitaire Mystery by Jostein Gaarder, which I have been reading, and find a post by my friend pretty much talking about the same topic, so I'm quoting a passage I read:
"We are the ones who become old and gray. We are the ones who become worn at the seams and disappear. But not our dreams. They can live on in other people even after we have gone"
"We are the ones who become old and gray. We are the ones who become worn at the seams and disappear. But not our dreams. They can live on in other people even after we have gone"
