And some people become private Because openness taught them difficult lessons.

Count not your life in treasures kept, Nor in the fortunes won and stored. For every jewel will lose its light, And every kingdom fades with time's reward. Count it in the hands you've gently held, In every tear you've helped to dry. In every soul you've taught to hope, And every dream you've helped to fly. For love is all that lingers here, When every earthly thing is gone. It lives within the hearts we've touched, And carries us quietly on and on. So leave behind more smiles than sorrow, More kindness than the world expects of you. And when your story meets the stars, May love be all that's left—and all that's true.

Cheating Is a Choice, Not a Mistake.

SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO FALL APART TO FIND PIECES OF YOURSELF YOU DIDN'T KNOW WERE THERE.

With every year, the noise grows small, And softer things begin to call. No throne to chase, no race to win Just peace enough to dwell within. The heart unlearns what youth once knew, And gathers only what is true. A gentle laugh, a hand held near, The kind of love that stays sincere. A lamp-lit home, a simple meal, The warmth of moments we can feel. No golden crown could ever be More precious than serenity. Good friends who know the soul we keep, A place to rest, a place to sleep. And those whose presence softly proves That life's most sacred language moves. For growing old is not decay It's finding what was lost in haste each day. We need so little to be free A quiet heart, and those we love beside the tree.

Congratulations Spain ❤