purpose-in-life

May you follow the path of light.

I am glad to be led by light.

This was her destiny, and it was a fit and proper one. She was not unwilling, but she knew this was a fateful moment, and she had a sense of doors closing behind her and the path of her life being fixed irrevocably.

Comfort has been the very reason why so many people never lived their real and true destiny though they got to a certain comfortable destination!

If your story is not inspiring you, it__ time to change it.

My desire in life, is to learn what I have to teach; to suck all the marrow of life, and pass it onto others.

What infinite heart's-easeMust kings neglect, that private men enjoy!And what have kings, that privates have not too,Save ceremony, save general ceremony?And what art thou, thou idle ceremony?What kind of god art thou, that suffer'st moreOf mortal griefs than do thy worshippers?What are thy rents? what are thy comings in?O ceremony, show me but thy worth!What is thy soul of adoration?Art thou aught else but place, degree and form,Creating awe and fear in other men?Wherein thou art less happy being fear'dThan they in fearing.What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet,But poison'd flattery? O, be sick, great greatness,And bid thy ceremony give thee cure!Think'st thou the fiery fever will go outWith titles blown from adulation?Will it give place to flexure and low bending?Canst thou, when thou command'st the beggar's knee,Command the health of it? No, thou proud dream,That play'st so subtly with a king's repose;I am a king that find thee, and I know'Tis not the balm, the sceptre and the ball,The sword, the mace, the crown imperial,The intertissued robe of gold and pearl,The farced title running 'fore the king,The throne he sits on, nor the tide of pompThat beats upon the high shore of this world,No, not all these, thrice-gorgeous ceremony,Not all these, laid in bed majestical,Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave,Who with a body fill'd and vacant mindGets him to rest, cramm'd with distressful bread;Never sees horrid night, the child of hell,But, like a lackey, from the rise to setSweats in the eye of Phoebus and all nightSleeps in Elysium; next day after dawn,Doth rise and help Hyperion to his horse,And follows so the ever-running year,With profitable labour, to his grave:And, but for ceremony, such a wretch,Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep,Had the fore-hand and vantage of a king.The slave, a member of the country's peace,Enjoys it; but in gross brain little wotsWhat watch the king keeps to maintain the peace,Whose hours the peasant best advantages.

if you cannot ponder to wonder, you will always wonder to ponder

until we courageously find a cheaper antidote to our ignorance, we shall courageously pay a higher price for our ignorance always

To be real is to be who you are according to the purpose which God wants you to accomplish but not to be who people want you to be according to what they think you should be.

There has never been a more urgent time than now for you to seek to maximize your potential for achieving greater balance in your life.

Be positive. Stay happy and don't let the negativity of the world get you down.

The truest and noblest gift for yourself is personal development.

You have all you need, to be all that you want.

Your passion sustains you. Your purpose is why you were created. Follow your passion but ensure you fulfill your purpose.

Seek first the kingdom of God and all other things will be added to you. Don't worry about the things. Seek Him first and watch Him work in you.

Find your Voice or risk fading out

You can always create the life you want.Workhard to fulfill your dreams.