We act as though comfort & luxury were the chief requirements of life, when all that we need to make us really happy is something to be enthusiastic about.
I luk upon lyf as a
book & d ppl I luv r lyk
Rosepetals kept b/w d
pages
Ech tym I turn a pg of
my lyf
I find a Rosepetal
reminding me of my
beutiful memoriz (:
When the door of happiness closes, another opens; but often times we look so long at the closed door that we dont see which one has been opened for us..
