The saddest people
are those who can’t find the time to do the things they want to do. These
people like to approach you with a question you hate to hear: with so many
other things on your mind, with so many sleepless nights, where do you find the
time?..
So that you have to
scratch your head and wonder: really, where the hell. But even in your head, so
deep it shuts out all that humming noise, you try to not make it sound like a question.
