Every day we live means one less day we have till dying. Try to seize each day, and when it’s difficult, keep trying. Life will twist and turn and will astonish and amaze. Go enjoy the ride before you find you’re out of days.

Don’t dwell on how well others view the things that best define what’s you. Ignore what others think or see, and be the you you want to be.

My daughter wrote some words at school so sweet they made me cry. I’m very glad the words she wrote were hers and not A.I. It takes some verve to buck the urge to use A.I. to cheat, but words combined by A.I.’s mind will never sound as sweet.

The more you give, the more gets given which makes the world more fun to live in.

When noise surrounds, who hears your voice? When isms clash, the rich rejoice. When views are fed, why trust your eyes? When anguish weighs, then heroes rise.

I like to think old souls are shared and each rebirth is death repaired.

In helping educate myself, I find it’s best to strive To seek out knowledge shared by folks who are, or were, alive. A.I. just spits out algorithms billionaires prefer; Instead, inform yourself with thoughts from folks who are, or were.

We all need an oasis from the searing, stifling sands Of algorithmic content that we carry in our hands. Good books can be a haven for the peace of mind we need, So seek bookstore shelves and libraries and urge your kids to read.

I hope that every child gains the confidence to fail. To make a valiant effort even if they don’t prevail. To take on different challenges and hold their heads up high. Success in chasing dreams is hard, but still it’s worth the try.

My kids give me side-eye, but it’s not derision- they just like to test their peripheral vision.

You remind and I remember. You explain and I am swayed. You evoke and I’m inspired. You are how my mind gets made.

A.I. is not a foolproof tool. In fact, it’s apt to act the fool. With scrutiny. its faults show plainly. hat’s why thinking’s best done brainly.

We’re not defined by what we’re not. Be who you are. Show what you’ve got.

The grim eventuality of every life demising should make us strive, while we’re alive, to warrant eulogizing.

I hope to reinvigorate the normative appeal of reading words that humans wrote, not words A.I. helped steal.