Mind is a broken mirror. Seven years of bad memoires that will only making you cry, even if the soul pulls you along, the pain follows shortly behind.
It’s really not that’s not serious, it’s just human. Hurtful and true!
Life shouldn’t be printed on dollar bills, but how else do others think of doing something right?
It is amazing what you can accomplish if you do not care who gets the credit, it makes the shoulders feel much lighter than you think.
And if people were meant to pop out of bed; we’d all sleep in toasters, but tiredness makes all the fails just as real, that making things happen takes time.
Sure, you can fool some of the people some of the time, but you can’t fool mom, as they are another kind being, that even humankind, can’t understand.
Even to read a classic is a book that has never finished saying what it has to say, reason why life is still going. Even without us.
Reason why to start every day with a smile and get it over with. Leave the rest of day to get things done and away from road blocks.
Follow your passion and success will follow you . . . with no care of others think of passion may be, it is your own and no one can take it away from you.
The obstacles of your past can become the gateways that lead to new beginnings, so hold onto the keys as tight as you can and run!
But if you choose not to run, you chosen patience is also a form of action, a sneak attack never hurt anyone.
I pity you . . . if you are ashamed to stand by your colors; you had better seek another flag. Before you see another side of me, you don’t want to see.
I will say that most people are good. They may not be saints, but they are good. At what you asked? Didn’t bothered to stick around to find out, for it’s not my business.
So if your one those people, that don’t let your shadow, walk you.  You are not a slave of the past. But you’re a worker for the future.
For you have something that is a mind all logic is like a knife all blade, and no happy ending.
So, people . . . come on, love one another and you will be happy.  It’s as simple and as difficult as that. But really worth it!
Just as good manners are made up of petty sacrifices, you’ll live. So, get over it.
And you can plant love, as Love is a flower which turns into fruit at marriage, a marriage of a bond that can’t be broke by those you hold close.
But if it fails, as If two wrongs don’t make a right, try three. So you can widen the search quicker!
And in the end, you’ll get your facts first, and then you can distort them as much as you please. Because the world didn’t mind doing it to you first!
That way the smaller matters can be fixed, as where having the only equipment lack in the modern hospital?  Somebody to meet you at the entrance with a handshake! I know I miss those days!
But coming to life is a rough biography. Memories smooth out the edges. And imagination makes it feel that it’s bouncy!
And having the music is what feelings sound like. When there is no other way to show it.
Words have meaning and names have power. The first choice seems to be the lacking, and the latter is where people have had it.
And what makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well, full of sweetness only the one can fine. Are you that one?
But in the name of stress, just stitch your stress away. It’ll keep you warm in the end.
And in that stressful warmth, look to the window and see that moonlight is sculpture.
Only having the single tone, coming from it: crafting many with one beam of light!
Where it becomes increasingly easy, as you get older, to drown in nostalgia. And recall that stress wasn’t as big as it started out to be.
And in the lines of work, whether a person is a male or female, a nurse is a nurse. And the help for the sick is always welcome.
Optimists are nostalgic about the future, for it takes lots of the past to make it happen. Even if others don’t want to talk about the past, it moves in new forms.
As; where the adults, come in, for someone has to say that your children need your presence more than your presents, or this world of the future will just fall.
It would as to say to some to never be the first to arrive at a party or the last to go home, and never, ever be both. Or they’ll forever be dupe in a world wanting nothing to do with them.
When life gives you scraps, make something with them. And stand tall on it, looking down on those who couldn’t do the same, because your choice was to be different.
Discipline weighs ounces, regret weighs tons. Chances make them light, but alarming.
For some as sisters are different flowers from the same garden. Chances do that for them, even if they are blood.
But that is for the fake land to make sure there are no rules of architecture for a castle in the clouds. Because: the only one allow there, if the person who built it, from the first trace of a finger.
For if the good Lords had wanted people to stay on the ground; they would have given us roots. But luckily we have more of a problem to stay still than others.
While gravity is love and every turn is a leap of faith, but brings better on terms for them.
But what is good is to be a rebel against gravity: Skip! And go where the gravity doesn’t want you to go.
No one is perfect . . . that’s why pencils have erasers, junk has baskets, and people have each other to make up mind of choices.
When you come to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on. For you’re too stubborn to let go when within the tips of your fingers to let go.
