But deep inside I longed For something special of my own. I took a step and with new strength I'd never felt before, I kissed my 'comfort zone' goodbye And closed and locked the door. Held loosely, with an open hand, The sand remains where it is. The minute you close your hand And squeeze tightly to hold on, The sand trickles through your fingers. You may hold on to some of it, But most will be spilled.
Most people are about as happy As they make their minds up to be.
But condition your mind also. No time outs, No second chance. Sometimes it's now or never. What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger. You can't get what you want in life.