Luck is like sand

Luck is like sand
Luck is like sand in hands.
It will sneak out through fingers,

no mater gripped firmly or held loosely.

Only hands in the praying posture can save it.
  

Jun, 14 2010     158 chars (1 sms)     3472 views       Inspirational

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"T.r.u.s.t"

Alwayz In People

Who Go Through

"P.a.i.n"

Because

You Learn

What Is "L.i.f.e" ...

Every man is more than just himself; he also represents the unique, the very special and always significant and remarkable point at which the world''s phenomena intersect, only once in this way, and never again.
If you follow no other truth, follow the truth that within your being is called joy. If you follow that, you''re always going to be right where you need to be, and you will always have life within your being.
To succeed, you need to take that gut feeling in what you believe and act on it with all of your heart.
Watch Your Thoughts; They Become Words.

Watch Your Words; They Become Actions.

Watch Your Actions; They Become Habits.

Watch Your Habits; They Become Character.

Watch Your Character; It Becomes Your Destiny.
wAkE UP FrOm Ur DrAmS
B''cOz It''S tYm To RiSe AbOVe A||
B''cOz It''S TyM To PrOvE tHeM A||
B''cOz U''rE NoT AmONgsT ThEm A||. . .
Dont Try To Run Ahead Of God

Let Him Direct Your Steps

He Has Plans And He Has His Time

God''s Clock Is Never Late Nor Early

It Always Strikes On Time
You will never possess
what you are unwilling to pursue.

(Mike Murdock)
Step by Step, The Journey Goes On

Little By Little It May Seem So Long

The Things We Learn Will Keep Us On

With Faith In GOD, HE''ll Keep Us Strong =)
However High D Sky May B,
However Wide D River May B,
However Strong D Wind May B,
However Dark D Clouds May B
Just Remember
Its Non Of Ur Business
Luck is like sand in hands.
It will sneak out through fingers,

no mater gripped firmly or held loosely.

Only hands in the praying posture can save it.
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 . . .