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..
Nobody grows old merely by living a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals. Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.
Don''t Cry For Anything Because Tears In Our Eyes Will Spoil The Vision & We Can''t See Our Goal Clearly. So Always Smile And Accept The Things For Good Future. . .
Guard Well Ur Spare
Moments, They r Lyk
Uncut Diamonds.
Discard Them & Their
Value Will Nevr b Known
Improve Them & They
Will Become d Brightest
Gems In A Useful Life
