I never was, am always to be,\nNo one ever saw me, nor ever will\nAnd yet I am the confidence of all\nTo live and breathe on this terrestrial ball.
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"Yesterday was never here and tomorrow will never be but today is a gift that's why they call it 'present'."\n\nthe answer is tomorrow.
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Only if I was on a deserted island\nb
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I tried to be perfect, tried to be honest \nTried to be everything that you ever wanted \nI tried to be stronger, tried to be smarter \nTried to be everything but you \n\nappears in HAWK NELSON's "Everything You Have Ever Wanted"
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Look to this day, \nFor it is life, \nThe very life of life. \nIn its brief course lie all the varieties\nAnd realities of your existence; \nThe bliss of growths\nThe glory of action, \nThe splendor of beauty; \nFor yesterday is but a dream\nAnd tomorrow is only a vision, \nBut today well lived makes \nEvery yesterday a dream of happiness \nAnd every tomorrow a vision of hope.\n\nBhagavat Gita\n\n\nMay you have a most wonderful wedding !!!\n\nSend me some pix ;-)
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I don't like that I am always so unsure of myself.  I need more confidence.
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Who happened to come to my place,\nhe looked strange to me, \nand I to he\nHostility? There wasn't a trace.
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I think, therefore I am.\nBut if I think not, am I not?\nI think not!\nTherefore, I am.
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MY FAITH IS IN ME. I BELIEVE IN ME. I AM AN AGNOSTIC
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Whye NOT, \nMe can speak, me can talk, me can make speeches,\nMe Can Improve mentaly,\nMe Can Stay in The Flows dreamily,\nThough I Can't go beyond the NEWS,\nTommorow's NEWS,\nIs Yesterdays HERE,\nI am colorless, neither black nor white.\nfor that matter.\neither.
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I WAS BORN. EVEN WITH WHAT I'VE LIVED WITH AND THROUGH, I'M STILL ALIVE. I STILL HAVE A CHANCE TO FIGURE THIS LIFE OUT AND MY PLACE IN IT.....PEACE AND LOVE TO ALL....I THINK I'LL GO HUG A TREE NOW...HAHA
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I have been chief among the introverts all my life. All that you mentioned I have experienced, and more. I thought for a time that there was nothing more than loneliness and pain for me for the rest of my life. A time or two I wondered who would care if I just folded my tent and went home. Who would even notice I was gone? Maybe Mom and Dad, no one else.\nBut I was not willing to give up. You know that feeling. You know there is something more for you, somewhere, somehow.\nCall it stubborness, call it tenacity. We introverts have it deep within us. Deeper and harder to reach than in our extroverted counterparts, but stronger too. I finally recognized that my life as I knew it was simply not all I was meant to be. There were things that burned deeply within me that were screaming to get out. We have talents that no extrovert could imagine. We have a passion for life that they only dream of. No, they don't even know it exists! We have gifts that stir our souls every day. No one knows they are there but you and me. I have been there at your side my friend, I've stood in your shoes. The pathway we walk as introverts may be rugged and narrow, but it is rutted and worn from those who have gone before us when the way was far less traveled.\nTake a look within yourself this weekend. Consider what you want to do for the rest of the world that so desperately needs your help. Is it you who insults and bullies? No! Is it you who won't reach out to the quiet kid? No. Is it you who is blinded by all that is flickering and buzzing around in this fast paced world? No. Does your mind fly from one thing to the next without ever acknowledging the simple and quiet things of beauty? No! It's others who do that. Not you and I. We see the subtle changes in the shadows on the mountainside as the Sun moves across the sky. We smell the faint fragrance of a tiny flower others would simply trample. We think, and consider, and imagine. Others only respond to their environment. We see, and taste, and smell, and know what can be. We are the ones who consider, and dream, and invent, and design, and write, and bring tears of joy to others. We weep for the beauty of a piece of music. We must touch and absorb a work of art. We experience life. Others just live in it.\nWe need them. Don't get me wrong! But we are needed more! Our talents are needed more! Our vision is needed more!\nSo look inside. Do you want to write? Take up your pen. \nDo you want to create a work of art that will bring others to tears? Take up your brush! Do you want to help them understand what they could have been? Show them what you are. \nI have learned that I can stand before a room full of people and have them screaming with laughter at my humor. And with my next sentence have them weeping in acknowlegement of some thought or situation. I've done it. And not just once. I have another series of meetings to present next week that I volunteered to lead. Every morning next week the conference room will be all mine for an hour with seventy plus people each day. Managers, engineers, craftsmen, project leads, superintendents. And only me up front. Scare you? Me too... every time I've done it. Many, many times now. But people always shake my hand and pat me on the back and tell me they wish they could do that. They have no idea what it took to get up there. But when it's over I feel absolutely alive.\nI'll be wringing wet with sweat and exhausted when I'm finished, but they don't know that. All they know is they had a blast and want to know when I can do it again. How did I get there? Stubborn tenacity! I have suffered through too many presentations from flighty and disconnected extroverts. I love extroverts, I do. But I knew I could do better. I just had to get up and do it!\nAt church I can kneel down with someone in prayer and bond in complete unity with them in God's spirit for a few moments. I know exactly what they are feeling and what they
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Maybe the world is blind, or just a little unkind.\nDon’t know.\nSeems you can’t be sure of anything anymore, although,\nYou maybe lonely and then, one day you’re smiling again.\nEvery time I turn around,\nI see the girl that turns my world around.\nStanding there . . .\n\nEvery time I turn around,\nHer spirit’s lifting me right off the ground.\nWhat’s gonna be?  Guess we’ll just wait and see.
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Who am I, where would I be\nWhat is my life really worth, what do you see?\nDo I have what it takes, what must I do?\nWould you believe me if I said I wanted to be more like you?\n\nShould I care, does it matter what I had been thinking? \nDid you really care, what might have been?\nThis is now, that was then.\nCould we start over, I think we can.\n\nWill we have what it takes, or were we dreaming?\nAre we fools to believe, shall I go on?\nwho knows, we may end up being lost,\nOur love has ended, it's not worth the cost.\n\n\nthat's one hard assignment to put them all in a poem or song, this sounds dumb but I used them all.
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I am god.\n\nProof - I know everything
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The person I am capable of becoming
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I am human.  What is yours?
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"Always remember you're unique, just like everyone else." \n\nI remember a speaker saying this years ago...forgot what the speach was about, but I loved this quote.