Downtown Los Angeles, 70 years ago: This is the intersection of Broadway and 7th as it looked in 1943.
Photo: UCLA Library / Los Angeles Times
It is not true that people stop pursuing dreams because they grow old, they grow old because they stop pursuing dreams.
—(Gabriel Garcia Marquez)
We have to be able to to grow up. Our wrinkles are our medals to the passage of life. They are what we have been through and who we want to be.
You learn to count the quiet winds An hour with no unprompted tears And not to count the deadly days As they fade into years You learn to stand alone at last So brave and bold and strong and stout You learn somehow to like the dark And even love the doubt You learn to hold your life inside you And never let it out You learn to live and live and die and live You learn to live without You learn to live without