There is no market

There is no market

There is no market of buyers
For your sorrows
So, never advertise your feelings
It is useless
Be happy always
  

Jun, 15 2010     116 chars (1 sms)     2869 views       Inspirational

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life is a game of cards , u did not invent it nor did u form the rules,u hav no control overthe cards dealt to u but u r there to play
a good player even with a badband of cards will play well and emerge a winner a bad player even with best of cards will play badly and lose.
how r u playing it?
Crow sitting on a tree doing nothing.Rabit thought to do the same and sat on ground.
A wolf came and ate it.


MORAL: to sit and do nothing, u need to be be on Top.
"Never Conclude A
Person By His
Present Status
Because Time Has
The Great Power To
Change A Useless
Coal Into A Valuable
Diamond..."
There are two ways of meeting difficulties: you alter the difficulties,
or
you alter yourself to meet them.
If u r PASSIONATE & HONEST ..U r bound to b kicked..
But at the same time, it dependzz..
Hw STRONG u r to tk tht knock &..
Still, MOVE ON ..!"
Power Consists In One''s Capacity
To Link His Will
With The Purpose Of others,
To Lead By Reason
And
A Gift Of Cooperation.
After a time u will find that "having" is not so pleasing a thing as "wanting".
Its not logical , but after all true..
Why we have so many temples if God is everywhere?

Air is every where but we need a fan to feel it.

Think it.
Listen to advice and accept instruction, and in the end you will be wise

The difficult we do at once, the impossible takes a little longer

Hate is like cancer slowly eating us away inside

Art has no enemy but ignorance
When Flood Comes

"Fish Eat Ants"

When Flood Goes Down

"Ants Eats Fish"

Time Matters ...

"GOD Gives Opportunity
To Everyone ..."
The purpose of life is not to be happy – but to matter, to be productive, to be useful, to have it make some difference that you have lived at all.
You may do to me what ever you wish to me but you shall not be able to touch my truth,

You may shed my blood and burn my body but you can't kill my spirit,

You may tie my hands with chains and feet with shackles and put me in dark prison but you can't enslave my thinking,

For it is as free as the breeze in the spacious sky
(Khalil Jibran)