We all walk in a land of dreams. For what are we but atoms and hope a handful of stardust and sinew We are weary travelers trying to find our way home on a road that never ends. Am I a part of your dream or are you but a part of mine

But I love you and I want you and I need you. Cant you see that This world has nothing to offer me if it doesnt include you.

Prayer holds together the shattered fragments of creation. It makes history possible.

Goals are my north star. My compass. The map that guides me along the road I wish to travel. Goals are motivations with wind in their sailsthey carry me forward despite the storms.

The shift in thought frequency of a single individual has enough energy to light up the worlds lighthouseswe hold that much power within us.

In life we dont always get what we want hopes and dreams get washed away so easily hearts are broken chances are missed and we always seem to end up right back where we started.

Life is one big lesson you learn as you go.

Pray and let God worry.

You are beautiful brilliant perceptive and pure beyond compare. Your folly lies in being unaware of your inner power and living a mediocre existence.

Thats the way it is with dreams. They scratch at your door. You see them through the peep hole a stray dream looking for a home. You think it might go away if you ignore it. Wrong. Its still there when you open the door smiling. Wagging its tail.