_ Unbeatable Lines _
Our body is fully made ov water
but whnevr it hurts,
Blood comes out
Our Heart is full ov Blood
whnver it hurts,
Water comes from our eyes
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.
I believe for every drop of rain that falls, a flower grows,
I believe that someone in the great somewhere, hears every word,
every time I hear a new born baby cry or touch a leaf or see the sky ......
then I know WHY I BELIEVE..
