And you begin to learn

that kisses aren't contracts and presents aren't promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open,
with the grace of an adult, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today
because you never know what will happen tomorrow.

After a while you learn

that even sunshine burns if you get too much.
And you learn to plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,
instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.