Post Class Tid Bit

At some point all you can do is think about it. 

Whatever it is your heart desires; it's constantly on your mind.

If only my passion and devotion for and to my life could be half of what it is for man. 

I have a sort of fixation of what I'm missing. 

A big section of my heart is on reserve. 

All the love I feel I'm missing, who is it missing from? 

Someone who was never there or someone I've never seen before? 

It's hard to tell what you need from what you want. 

I'm sure it all starts with self and goes on from there. 

Certainly.