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It's Never Too Late

It’s never too late.  Do what you love.  Live a life that makes you proud.  These sayings may seem trite.  But, there is some truth to them.

It’s never too late.  Just because conventional wisdom says it is so, may not make it right.  For instance, some people find their calling at an early age.  They know almost from childhood what they want to do with their life…and they do it.  Others do not discover their purpose until well into adulthood.  They try a variety of fields until they find that one thing.  Their passion.  What they love.  The thing that makes them proud.

These feelings were best summed up by F. Scott Fitzgerald, when he wrote:
“For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case,
too early to be whoever you want to be.
There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want.
You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing.
We can make the best or the worst of it.
I hope you make the best of it.
And I hope you see things that startle you.
I hope you feel things you never felt before.
I hope you meet people with a different point of view.
I hope you live a life you’re proud of.
If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the courage to start all over again.”

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