here's what Don Henley wrote in his song about lost
love...
These times are so uncertain
There's a yearning undefined
...People filled with rage
We all need a little tenderness
How can love survive in such a graceless age
The trust and self-assurance that can lead to happiness
They're the very things we kill, I guess
Pride and competition cannot fill these empty arms
And the work I put between us,
Doesn't keep me warm
so, are we to be automatrons for numbers in a bank account, slaving
away for a career?
or do we make someone and ourselves happy, offering and receiving
mutual love, respect and support?
your call....
i know what i'll choose without a moment's hesitation 
