Unless a nation's life faces peril, war is murder.''*“Victory is for those who can say "Victory is mine". Success is for those who can begin saying "I will succeed" and say "I have succeeded" in the end.
We lift ourselves by our thought, we climb upon our vision of ourselves. If you want to enlarge your life, you must first enlarge your thought of it and of yourself. Hold the ideal of yourself as you long to be, always, everywhere - your ideal of what you long to attain - the ideal of health, efficiency, success.
When a man feels throbbing within him the power to do what he undertakes as well as it can possibly be done, and all of his faculties say "amen" to what he is doing, and give their unqualified approval to his efforts, - this is happiness, this is success.
When a man feels throbbing within him the power to do what he undertakes as well as it can possibly be done, and all of his faculties say amen to what he is doing, and give their unqualified approval to his efforts, - this is happiness, this is success.
Whenever you’re weary and tempted to give up on anything worth having/enjoying at the long, just remember that your prospective breakthrough/success could be one day/a stone throw away. Now, that demands, you shouldn't easily give up on your faith. Rather, you've got to persist/persevere until you actualize/realize your dream/target/goal/mission/aspiration.
Where I have been before now and where I am presently is/will be nothing to be compared to where God is gradually taking me to. Guess what? I'm not skeptical about that. For, I'm a potential success. Oh! Yes, I have what it takes to emerge a success story and I will surely/eventually become a big time success story.
Who would have known? I was walking in a mall and between the crowd of shoppers shoving around and wandering about their business my eyes meet a familiar face. A face I haven't seen in years. Our gazes meet. We stare for mere seconds before the both of us look away pretending one hadn't seen the other and we quickly disappear into our now separate lives. But when I went home, I still had the Best Friends necklace you gave me in Elementary and the Senior ring we had in high school , stuffed in some drawer beneath clothes and books gathering dust as the years rolled by. I still have that photo album that starts with our picture as little girls dressing up as princesses to the day we held certificates with our gowns on. All through that journey we had been hand in hand from our first day of school to our first fight to prom night. From skipping class to plotting against teachers to every crush we had. Every exam we failed and every rule we broke. The times we sat together in detention and the times we never bothered showing up. All the hard times we pushed through and all the success we celebrated. Every fire alarm, birthday candle and breakup. We've been with each other through all and more until the day college split us apart. Your texts became shorter and your calls became rare. And I wonder how brutal graduation was for ripping us apart like that. Yesterday inseparable sisters, today a stranger.