The Slaughterhouse Of Failure Is Not My

Most Humans, In Varying Degrees, Are Already Dead. In One Way Or Another They Have Lost Their Dreams, Their Ambitions, Their Desire For A Better Life. They Have Surrendered Their Fight For Self-esteem And They Have Compromised Their Great Potential. They Have Settled For A Life Of Mediocrity, Days Of Despair And Nights Of Tears. They Are No More Than Living Deaths Confined To Cemeteries Of Their Choice. Yet They Need Not Remain In That State. They Can Be Resurrected From Their Sorry Condition. They Can Each Perform The Greatest Miracle In The World. They Can Each Come Back From The Dead.

Always Reward Your Long Hours Of Labor And Toil In The Very Best Way, Surrounded By Your Family. Nurture Their Love Carefully, Remembering That Your Children Need Models, Not Critics, And Your Own Progress Will Hasten When You Constantly Strive To Present Your Best Side To Your Children. And Even If You Have Failed At All Else In The Eyes Of The World, If You Have A Loving Family, You Are A Success.

Envy, Like The Worm, Is Always Attracted To The Fairest Apple

I Will Waste Not Even A Precious Second Today In Anger Or Hate Or Jealousy Or Selfishness. I Know That The Seeds I Sow I Will Harvest, Because Every Action, Good Or Bad, Is Always Followed By An Equal Reaction. I Will Plant Only Good Seeds This Day.

Always Strive To Make The Next Hour Better Than This One.