After a while you learn the subtle
difference between holding a
hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn't
mean leaning and company
doesn't mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses
aren't contracts and presents
And you begin to accept your defeats
with your head held high and your
with the grace of a woman,
not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your
roads on today because tomorrow's
ground is too uncertain for plans.
After awhile you learn that even
sunshine burns if you get too
So plant your own garden and decorate
your own soul, instead of waiting
for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can
endure ... that you really are
And you really do have worth.
And you learn and learn ... and you learn
With every goodbye, you learn.
Jorge Luis Borges