You were put on this earth to achieve your greatest self, to live out your purpose, and to do it courageously. – Steve Maraboli #quoteoftheday #mindset #hustle #positivity

"put Your Hand On A Hot Stove For A Minute, And It Seems Like An Hour. Sit With A Pretty Girl For An Hour, And It Seems Like A Minute. That Is Relativity.

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"There Was a Time" THERE was a time when this poor frame was whole And I had youth and never another care, Or none that should have troubled a strong soul. Yet, except sometimes in a frosty air When my heels hammered out a melody From pavements of a city left behind, I never would acknowledge my own glee Because it was less mighty than my mind Had dreamed of. Since I could not boast of strength Great as I wished, weakness was all my boast. I sought yet hated pity till at length I earned it. Oh, too heavy was the cost. But now that there is something I could use My youth and strength for, I deny the age, The care and weakness that I know--refuse To admit I am unworthy of the wage Paid to a man who gives up eyes and breath For what can neither ask nor heed his death. — Edward Thomas #poemoftheday #cityvibes #kericho

The spirit is beyond destruction. No one can bring an end to spirit which is everlasting. – Bhagavad Gita #quoteoftheday #mindset #hustle #positivity

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Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear - not absence of fear. – Mark Twain #motivation #inspiration #growthmindset #success

"The Farewell" Of A Virginia Slave Mother To Her Daughters Sold Into Southern Bondage Gone, gone, -- sold and gone To the rice-swamp dank and lone. Where the slave-whip ceaseless swings Where the noisome insect stings Where the fever demon strews Poison with the falling dews Where the sickly sunbeams glare Through the hot and misty air; Gone, gone, -- sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone, From Virginia's hills and waters; Woe is me, my stolen daughters! Gone, gone, -- sold and gone To the rice-swamp dank and lone There no mother's eye is near them, There no mother's ear can hear them; Never, when the torturing lash Seams their back with many a gash Shall a mother's kindness bless them Or a mother's arms caress them. Gone, gone, -- sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone, From Virginia's hills and waters; Woe is me, my stolen daughters! Gone, gone, -- sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone, Oh, when weary, sad, and slow, From the fields at night they go Faint with toil, and racked with pain To their cheerless homes again, There no brother's voice shall greet them There no father's welcome meet them. Gone, gone, -- sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone, From Virginia's hills and waters; Woe is me, my stolen daughters! Gone, gone, -- sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone From the tree whose shadow lay On their childhood's place of play; From the cool sprmg where they drank; Rock, and hill, and rivulet bank; From the solemn house of prayer, And the holy counsels there; Gone, gone, -- sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone, From Virginia's hills and waters; Woe is me, my stolen daughters! Gone, gone, -- sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone; Toiling through the weary day, And at night the spoiler's prey. Oh, that they had earlier died, Sleeping calmly, side by side, Where the tyrant's power is o'er And the fetter galls no more! Gone, gone, -- sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone; From Virginia's hills and waters Woe is me, my stolen daughters! Gone, gone, -- sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone; By the holy love He beareth; By the bruised reed He spareth; Oh, may He, to whom alone All their cruel wrongs are known, Still their hope and refuge prove, With a more than mother's love. Gone, gone, -- sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone, From Virginia's hills and waters; Woe is me, my stolen daughters! — John Greenleaf Whittier #poemoftheday #cityvibes #kericho

"The Pauper's Funeral" What! and not one to heave the pious sigh! Not one whose sorrow-swoln and aching eye For social scenes, for life's endearments fled, Shall drop a tear and dwell upon the dead! Poor wretched Outcast! I will weep for thee, And sorrow for forlorn humanity. Yes I will weep, but not that thou art come To the stern Sabbath of the silent tomb: For squalid Want, and the black scorpion Care, Heart-withering fiends! shall never enter there. I sorrow for the ills thy life has known As thro' the world's long pilgrimage, alone, Haunted by Poverty and woe-begone, Unloved, unfriended, thou didst journey on: Thy youth in ignorance and labour past, And thine old age all barrenness and blast! Hard was thy Fate, which, while it doom'd to woe, Denied thee wisdom to support the blow; And robb'd of all its energy thy mind, Ere yet it cast thee on thy fellow-kind, Abject of thought, the victim of distress, To wander in the world's wide wilderness. Poor Outcast sleep in peace! the wintry storm Blows bleak no more on thine unshelter'd form; Thy woes are past; thou restest in the tomb;-- I pause--and ponder on the days to come. — Robert Southey #poemoftheday #cityvibes #kericho

Be the ocean. be ever changing but always the same. be simple and transparent with an entire world deep down inside full of odd and interesting creatures. be calm, be still, but let yourself get wild and lost in a storm from time to time. have many homes, on many shores, and be slightly different at every one. let people in, let them feel free and surround them with every bit of your being – asking for nothing in return. take in sharp rocks and all the broken glass and return them back as beautiful treasures. be routine but never predictable, and be so loved that people spend their days sitting by your side. be free and vast, and be deep and powerful, all the while being completely moved by something greater than yourself. #FindYourSelf

I love you more than words can say, I love you more than the word 'love' can convey. You're the missing piece that makes me whole, and I miss you more than the word 'miss' can express.

I see trees are green, Red roses too, I see them bloom for me and you and I think to myself what a wonderful world. I see skies of blue and clouds of white the bright blessed day they dark sacred night and I think to myself what a wonderful world.