Language is the blood of the soul into which thoughts run and out of which they grow.

Dreams dress us carefully in the colors of power and faith.

The strong-minded rise to the challenge of their goals and dreams. The weak-minded become haters.

Believe in your dreams even when they seem lost

Your complaints your drama your victim mentality your whining your blaming and all of your excuses have NEVER gotten you even a single step closer to your goals or dreams. Let go of your nonsense. Let go of the delusion that you DESERVE better and go EARN it Today is a new day

In the games of queens and kings we leave our dreams at the door and we make do with what we have. Sometimes if were fortunate we still manage to have a good life.

Whats important is that you make the leap. Jump high and hard with intention and heart. Pay no mind to the vision that the commission made up. Its up to you to make your life. Take what you have and stack it up like a tower of teetering blocks. Build your dream around that.

And there are really never endings happy or otherwise.

Aint the best prayin jest bein with God and talkin a while like Hes a good friend stead a-like he runs a store and youve come in a-hopin to git a bargain

The dreams of youth. So noble. So good. And heavy dreamsthey were- made frail only by their own weight.