I Wanted A Perfect

I Wanted A Perfect
I Wanted A Perfect Ending
No I Have Learnt The Hard Way

Some Poems Don’t Have Rhyme
Some Stories Don’t Have A Clear
Begininig, Middle Or An Ending

Life Is About, Not Knowing, Having To Change
Taking The Moment & Making The Best Of It
WithOut Knowing What’s Going To Happen Next . . .
  

Jun, 15 2010     295 chars (2 sms)     2839 views       Inspirational

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If you create an act, you create a habit.
If you create a habit, you create character. If you create a character, you create a destiny.
Billboard on the side of the road:

"Keep your eyes on the road

and stop reading these boards"...!
Celebrate Your
Success
And
Stand Strong
When
Adversity Hits...
For When
The Storm Clouds Come In
The Eagle Soar
While Other Birds
Take Cover ...
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
In The Long Run You Hit Only What You Aim At

Therefore

Though You Should Fail Immidiately

You Better Aim At Something Really High
Luck is not in your hand
But;
Work is in your hand;
Luck never makes your work
But;
Work can make your luck.
So always trust in yourself..
Nthng Else
Destroys d Power 2
Stand Alone As
D Habit Of Leaning On
Othrs
If U Leann, U''ll Nvr B
Strong Or Orignal
Stand Alone Or Bury Ur
Ambition 2 B Sumbdy
In Wrld ...
Whenever You See

A Successful Person

You See The

Public Glories ,

Never See

The Private Sacrifices

To Reach Them ...
As Far As U Think
"Not NOW"


Success Becomes
"Never" ...




But



As Soos As U Think
"Why Not Now"


Success Surely Will Becomes
"Yours" ... =)
Begin doing what you want to do now.
We are not living in eternity.
We have only this moment,
sparkling like a star in our hand
and melting like a snow flake.
M o n e y
D o e s
N o t
S p e a k
B u t
I t s
A b s e n c e
S c r e a m s . . . =P ;)
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 . . .