There is nothing impossible to him who will try. -Alexander the Great
What is life? They say it's from B to D. What's B and D? Birth and Death. And what's in between B and D? C. And What's C? Choices. You have choices. Make them count.
Who decides what beauty is?
I dream of a world where every woman knows she is beautiful.
I'd rather be myself than beautiful. If everyone's so beautiful, it's generic. Why be everyone else's desire when you can be your own?
Next Step In Faith
I finally... after maybe... 5 years? Yeah. Well I finally did it. I actually told someone. I told them that I feel I can't show my religion publicly because my fail would beat me down (metaphorically, of course). LIFE ALWAYS BRINGS YOU ANOTHER DAY.
You'll never know dear, how much I love you. Please, don't take my sunshine away.
People fail when they go down and expect someone else to pick them back up.
When you love someone and they break your heart, don't give up on love, have faith, restart.
It's him in my dreams and my thoughts and my cares. My world revolves around you, but neither of us dare, a word to be said but all that we've got, is pieces of words and one last shot.
I've done nothing to recall... nothing worthy of committing to memory. But if you are going to remember me, please remember me for my few feats of strengths and not my downfalls.
So what if you’re not the fastest. So what if you don’t look the part. So what if some people don’t get it. So what if you do it different. So what if people think you’re crazy. Do you love it? And does it make you a better you? Then that’s all that really matters.
I’m not running away from myself. I’m running to the new me.
”Dead last” is greater than “did not finish” which trumps did not start.
The more I run, the more I love my body. Not because it is perfect, far from it, but because with every mile it is proving to me that I am capable of more than I ever thought possible.