We are robots aren't we??

Victory is not possible, if one doesn't learn from the past and mistakes made.

You were saved by Christ to be a blessing to others and not to be a beggar. You are too loaded to fail. As such, face your fear head on and begin to shine.

The creative process is a love story that never ends. The ideas are like suitors competing for your attention. You may have relationships, with multiple ideas, at once. You may devote yourself complet...

Step out in faith to claim a blessed life.

My job as a Mind Body Spirit Coach is not to 'fix' people, it is to 'break' them and empower them to connect to their spirit and trust that they will be re-built slightly differently given a little ti...

Lifelong learning is no longer a luxury but a necessity for employment.

God knows your abilities, and he also knows how to turn your weak points into strong ones

Love left us long back,we just got better.You at pretending,Me at hiding.

I carry out sun rituals on the slopes of high mountains. But I am also taboo for myself, untouchable because forbidden.

Anybody who listens to their intuition risk at times making other people disappointed or even pissed off because you're not tending to what they want from you but instead to what feels right for you.

Always set your mind to think thoughts of victory even before the battle begins, this way you will experience limitless possibilities.

Choose your thoughts, carve them in your mind and fix your gaze on them always.

Beauty Is In The Mind of The Beholder.

Living a natural life is living in dominion of a darkened mind

What makes me feel rich is spending time with my children, knowing we are making beautiful memories together.

O wayfarer! Yearn finds quench, not in meadows, seashores or altitude of mountain peaks; but when being becomes dance.

Perfume is the scent that pours out of a flower's soul when crushed.

Surround yourself with people that love you and accept you exactly for who and what you are. The only explanation you owe is the one you give to yourself, for not living your authentic life with the l...

How cruelly sweet are the echoes that start, when memory plays an old tune on the heart!