Alexander the Great in his death bed said:
''''My last wish is that both my hands be kept dangling out of my coffin''''
I wish people to know that
''''I came empty handed into this world and empty handed I go out of this world.''
Our Mind
Work Like
A Garden
That
Accepts
Any
&
Everything
We Plant.
Good or Evil
Constructive or Destructive
Our Lives Will Bear
The Fruit Of
The Seeds
We Plant In
Our MInds . . .
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.
