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.
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 way I see it is you have two choices in life; you can be grateful for everything life has given you or you can be resentful for everything life has done to you. Your degree of happiness is directly proportional to the conviction of your choice
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.''
