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Jun, 15 2010     170 chars (2 sms)     2206 views       Inspirational

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I''m Afraid Sometimes
You''ll Play Lonely Games Too,
Games You Can''t Win
Because You''ll Play Against You.
There are only two ways to live your life.
One is as though nothing is a miracle.
The other is as if everything is a miracle.

(Albert Einstein) There are only two ways to live your life.
One is as though nothing is a miracle.
The other is as if everything is a miracle.

(Albert Einstein)
ChErIsH yOuR vIsIoN
aNd
YoUr DrEaMz
As ThEy ArE tHe
ChIlDrEn Of YoUr SoUl
ThE bLuEpRiNtS oF
yOuR uLtImAtE
aChIeVeMeNtS ...
When Life Turns Upside Down I Don''t Wonder
Why It Turned Instead I Work To Live On The Other Side . . .
That''s Attitude. . .
Don''t worry if your work is hard and your rewards are few.
Remember the mighty oak was once a nut like you
;)
LIFE Is The Art Of DRAWING Without Eraser.


So...

Be Careful While Taking Any Small Decision
About Valuable Pages Of Life.
You Cannot Change Your Future . . .


But

U Can Change Ur Habbits . . .

And

Sure Ur Habbits Will Change Ur Future . . .
Sometimes we must get hurt in order to grow,
we must fail in order to know,
Sometimes our vision clears only after our
eyes are washed away with tears.
If you can''t have faith in what is held up to you for faith, you must find things to believe in yourself, for a life without faith in something is too narrow a space to live.
Dont Try To Run Ahead Of God

Let Him Direct Your Steps

He Has Plans And He Has His Time

God''s Clock Is Never Late Nor Early

It Always Strikes On Time
We Should Be Taught Not To Wait
For Inspiration To Start A Thing . . .
Action Always Generates Inspration
Inspiration Seldom Generates Action . . .
Every man has in himself a
continent of undiscovered character...

Happy is he who acts as the

''COLUMBUS''

to his own soul ...