"Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber
Holy Angels guard thy bed!
Heavenly blessings without number
Gently falling on thy head."
-Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Holding anger is a poison. It eats you from the inside. We think that hating is a weapon that attacks the person who harmed us. But hatred is a curved blade. And the harm we do, we do to ourselves.
Make one heap of all yer winningz....
and risk it on one turn of pitch and toss....
then if you lose... u start again at yer beginningz....
and never breathe a word abt yer los...
