Sumday Evrything ''Ll
All Make Perfect
Sense
So 4 Now
Laugh @ The Confusion
Smile Through Tears
And
Keep Reminding
Yourself
Dat
Evrything Happens For
A Reason .. (:
I saw u sitting and crying..
so i asked u why ?
u dint answer..
i tried to hold ur hand..
but u walked away... wiping ur tears
then i realized we were sitting on my GRAVE !
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.
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.
