The art of living does not consist
in preserving and clinging
to a particular mood of happiness,
but in allowing happiness
to change its form without
being disappointed by the change;
for happiness, like a child,
must be allowed to grow up.
IRONY OF LIFE :
Wen I Got Enough Confidence,De Stage Was Gone
Wen I Learnt 2 Dry My Own Tears,I Found A Shoulder 2 Cry On
Wen I Mastered De Skill Of Hating,Sumbody Started Luving Me
Wen I Injured My Heart,An Angel Came To Protect Me
And Wen After Waiting 4 Dawn,I Fell Asleep,The Sun Came Out....!
Success will never lower its standard 2 accomdate us,
we have to raise our standard to achieve it.
"for every bird god provides Food, But not their Nest"
