“Love the work, love its worth. Distractions everywhere, interfering. Slowing down the train. Learn to love it daily, the rest leads to pain.”

Will you seize the day or waste it away? The finitude of time always on the mind. Will you see your future glory, or will you still remain blind?

Endure and overcome. Pay no heed to what others have done. Unless they have achieved unspeakable things. Unless they have vision, see the way you see. Rather die on your sword a hero, than die on your knees.

Thoughts on a tapestry. Colour or black and white. A brush, a pen, A flash of light. Ideas flowing soon, about to take flight.

Turn words and thoughts into finished works. Chase greatness, not the temporary fix. Believe in your glory, always. Some days will be great, some days amiss.

Will you be stubborn, full of patience. When all around you rush? Today you built a piece of your future. Will it ever be enough?

Who will you bring into battle? Who will blindly follow your lead? No questions asked, no hesitation. Have your back regardless, all doubts paid no heed.

Go forth and attack, don’t hesitate and wait. For its always yours to win. Take what you want out of life. Is a life truly lived, if a life is without sin?

You have everything you need, For pastures new, greater things. Thoughts to grow, new bonds to seed. Be not what they want, be what sets you free.

The war on yourself, Never in total comfort or surrender. Chase your dreams daily. Margin for failure, success, A turning point so slender.

Unravel and travel, forward you must go. Don’t look back and dwell on failures past. You don’t need a quote, a false idol or a flow. For one day you will discover, as above so below.

Only those that improve you. That fuel you and move you. Together rising up, only seeing the real deal. In tandem, dreams you will pursue.

Unleash the power within. Cultivate your land with fields of gold. A hidden power you never knew, Watch the greatness unfold.

Chase perfection. Come as close as can be. Ignore the weak naysayers. They are trapped and you are free.

Who will be your lighthouse? who will guide you on this journey at sea? Who will lead you towards shipwreck? Who do you need to let free?

It comes from within no need for iron, a gym, Mental reps of struggle But up in here, failure is a sin.

I saved a spider from death. Stuck on the smooth white curvature, Almost drowning in the bathtub of regret. Eight eyes looking up at me, a face he will never forget.

Post-modernism has cut off the present from all futures. The daily media add to this by cutting off the past. Which means that critical opinion is often orphaned in the present.

Prayer should be done regularly, persistently, resolutely, and tenaciously at least daily, whether we feel like it or not.

Each day she works towards recharging her self towards the alignment of truth.

A small dainty task, if it be really daily, will beat the labours of a spasmodic Hercules.

A small daily task, if it be really daily, will beat the labours of a spasmodic Hercules.

What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives?

Really, what matters in the long run is sticking with things and working daily to get better at them.

The third petition of the Lord’s Prayer is repeated daily by millions who have not the slightest intention of letting anyone’s will be done but their own.