A glimmer of hope, even a small one lingering tantalizingly far in the future, can help you face the trials in between.
For me, it's too late, Don't suffer my fate. I once walked the earth Inert to life's worth. Routine, my shield, I loathed foreign field. Too late did I wake up To drink from life's cup. Be bold in life, Do not shun strife. Soon you will be here And lost, all you hold dear.
Move through life as if every one of your actions will echo forever.
Each precious here and now moment is your life. What you do every day, in the present, that is the story and substance of your life.
Abandon the feeble perception of yourself you currently espouse and wake up your true self lying neglected deep within.
Adaptability and innovation are the root of victory. Chaos and fear are the birth of defeat.
Life doesn't start at some magical point in the future.
Books are magical keys to open up worlds and change perspectives.