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| Believe in Yourself Set your standards high You deserve the best. Try for what you want And never settle for less. Believe in yourself No matter what you choose. Keep a winning attitude And you can never lose. Think about your destination But don't worry if you stray Because the most important thing Is what you've learned along the way. Take all that you've become To be all that you can be. Soar above the clouds And let your dreams set you free. by Jillian K. Hunt One One song can spark a moment, One flower can wake the dream. One tree can start a forest, One bird can herald spring. One smile begins a friendship, One hand clasp lifts a soul. One star can guide a ship at sea, One word can frame the goal. One vote can change a nation, One sunbeam lights a room. One candle wipes out darkness, One laugh will conquer gloom. One step must start each journey, One word must start each prayer. One hope will raise our spirits, One touch can show you care. One voice can speak with wisdom, One heart can know what's true. One life can make the difference, You see it's up to YOU! Author Unknown  Look to this day! For it is life, The very life of life. In its brief course lie All the verities and realities Of your existence. The bliss of growth, The glory of action, The splendour of beauty. For yesterday is but a dream And tomorrow is only a vision. But, today well lived Makes every yesterday a dream of happiness And every tomorrow a vision of hope. Look well, therefore, to this day! It originates from long ago in India; Contributed by Vesna A litany for survival. For those of us who live at the shoreline standing upon the constant edges of decision crucial and alone for those of us who cannot indulge the passing dreams of choice who love in doorways coming and going in the hours between dawns looking inward and outward at once before and after seeking a now that can breed futures like bread in our children's mouths so their dreams will not reflect the death of ours; For those of us who were imprinted with fear like a faint line in the center of our foreheads learning to be afraid with our mother's milk for by this weapon this illusion of some safety to be found the heavy-footed hoped to silence us For all of us this instant and this triumph We were never meant to survive. Ans when the sun rises we are afraid it might not remain when the sun sets we are afraid it might not rise in the morning when our stomachs are full we are afraid of idigestion when our stomachs are empty we are afraid we may never eat again when we are loved we are afraid love will vanish when we are alone we are afraid love will never return and when we speak we are afraid our words will not be heard nor welcomed but when we are silent we are still afraid. So is it better to speak remembering we were never meant to survive. Audre Lorde Contributed by Juan Sawi |
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