Do you know why the rich get richer? It’s is because they spend time with other rich people.
There is fear hanging in the air of the sleeping halls, and the air of the streets. Fear walks through the city, fear without name, without shape. All men feel it and none dare speak.
One challenge at a time, I try to turn into the face of fear and tell it “you are not my master, you are the product of my self and I am your master.
If passion was a substance I would say it is dark brown, and then blood red. It’s like wet grass, tons of it soaked in mud. It’s warm and it stinks like shit and it’s unaccountably and endlessly good. It’s thick and it goes on for miles and it isn’t so much deep as bottomless and it holds you in its grip, you never drown. And then it goes. That’s all you know.
and everyone wants to read the poem
we’re afraid to write.
S is for SCARY! Fear is driven out by action! Bad habits are overcome by good habits.
If you spend your life over analysing every encounter you will always see the tree, but never the forest.
The day before me is fraught with God knows what horrors.
If we try to see something positive in everything we do, life won’t necessarily become easier but it becomes more valuable.
Mind doesn’t work properly when taken into
a higher level where fear dominates the will.