Don''t Waste Your Time On Jealousy. . .
Some Times U''re A Head . . . Some Times U''re Behind . . .
The Race Is Long And In The End It''s Only Wid Yourself . . .
I can close my eyes and see all I’m searching for..
I can know what lies ahead without opening the door..
Intuition guiding me I will take my time..
All my answers live within my heart and quiet mind.
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.
A boy was drowning in a river and he shouted for help. A man passing by jumped in the river and saved the boy’s life. As the man was leaving the boy said, “Thank you.â€
The man asked, “For what?†The boy replied, “For saving my life.â€
The man looked into the boy’s eyes and said, “Son, make sure when you grow up that your life was worth saving.â€
