One day before I go back to school. I sat atop a round stool, plopping my elbows on the tabletop. I’d managed to avoid Aiden for four days, going as far as ignoring his calls. It was for the best. At least, on my part.
I watched Sarah lather Nutella on a slice of bread with a spoon, splotches of brown cream spattering on the plate. That stuff was addictive and very very delicious.
“That’s enough,” I said to her.
“I want more!” She frowned, her adorable six-year-old face failing to look intimidating.
“Listen to your sister,” Ma said.
Sarah closed the jar.
Ma was washing the dishes, the steady trickle of running water muffling the voice of the radio presenter. Reaching for the miniature stereo, I pushed down a red button, shutting it off. I opened the box I'd been trying to ignore, stuffing it with Sarah’s discarded toys. I rolled out a rope, measured it and took a knife to severe it.
“Where’s Daddy? You said he’d come for Christmas and New Year, Mommy.”
The knife slipped from my grip, cutting my thumb. I let the rope drop to the table. Droplets of blood squeezed out of the small cut on my finger but I paid no attention to it.
“I want Daddy!”
Drawing in a sharp breath, I reached for a piece of tissue paper from the holder. I pressed it on my thumb, watching the blood seep into the material. Ma stood frozen, shoulders held straight, knuckles white on the sink top. Water gushed from the tap, spraying on the dishes.
Sarah looked at my mother, her blonde pigtails swinging. “Mommy?”
I wanted to say something, anything to divert Sarah's attention. Biting my lower lip, I took a scoop of the hazelnut chocolate spread and smudged it on her nose. Blue eyes glared at me, the same color as my own. The same as Dad’s.
“Meanie!” Sarah said.
I stuck out my tongue, pulled my earlobes and made funny faces at her. She giggled, the gentle sound of her laughter easing the heavy weight off my shoulders. I reached for her bread, intent on stealing it but she slapped my hand away.
Ma awoke from her stupor. She wiped her hands with a towel, knelt down before Sarah and said, “Daddy will come home, sweetie.”
Sarah’s face lit up. “Promise?”
“I promise.”
Abandoning the box, I strode out of the kitchen, shutting the door with a slam. I sat on the porch swing. I could feel the sting of tears blurring my vision. I held them back, refusing to give in. The soft tread of my mother brought my head up.
“Megan, we need to —”
“I don’t want to talk about this, Ma.”
I went back inside, rushing past the stairs and stomping into my room. The trace of a flowery fragrance wafted to my nose. Jasmine. Ma had placed the little flowers on my nightstand as she often did in the mornings.
I let out a sigh. Guilt nagged at my mind, biting and clawing like a lion feasting on its prey. Ma was taking the worst of it—the full brunt of the blade. I should have been nicer. Slumping on my bed, I picked up a jasmine. I twirled it between my fingers. One delicate petal swooped down the quilt. It looked so fragile. So alone.
Raucous laughter filled the room. That was Aiden’s doing. He liked to change my message tone whenever I left my phone unguarded. He’d once put a farting tone during lunch break. I had gone to the library that afternoon and when a friend had texted me, it had rung so loudly that everyone in the library had heard it. I hadn't just faced public embarrassment on that day. I'd also been kicked out of the library all thanks to him. This one reminded me of a laughing rat that had been too clever to get fooled by a cheese trap.
Taking my phone from the nightstand. I checked the message.
I’m out shopping for groceries,Naomi had texted.
Good for you. Don’t forget the spinach,I joked.
The screen lit up. I pressed the receiving button before the grating tone could blare out of the speakers.
Wanna join?Naomi asked.
I tapped the keyboard.No thanks.
A minute later, the awful tone spewed out of my phone. I'd gotten another text from Naomi.I have chocolate.
She sent a picture of one huge chocolate bar held in her hand. My mouth watered. Oh, she was evil. I hid my phone under my pillow before I decided to change my mind about not going.

It was a kiss unlike any other.
A kiss to end it all.
“Four!”
My ears registered the sounds of music and voices, my mind filled with a sudden sense of urgency.
“Three!”
I pulled back. Tremors tumbled through my fingers and traveled up my shoulders. My breaths came out in short huffs, my chest heaving up and down. I shuffled back by a few steps, inching away from him.
He grabbed my wrist. “Wait.”
I didn’t wait. I couldn’t. Wrenching my arm free, I slipped through the crowd.
The night erupted in a discordance of noise. Fireworks soared into the sky, little flecks of light that sparkled in a plethora of colors. They transformed into shapes of stars and planets, hearts and smileys, flowers and fronds. It was a beautiful display, one that left me dazzled.
When the lamp posts flickered on, I scanned the throng. A sea of familiar faces. Old Mrs. Patrick shaking her hips and swinging her cane in a semicircle, the Hawkins twins blowing up balloons, sniggering at the poor girl they pranked, and Peter Dalton throwing his hands in the air, dancing to the beat of the music.
A feminine yelp sounded behind me, a sound I easily recognized. A moment later, something—or rather someone—collided with my back, throwing me on the ground.
“Happy New Year, Megs!” Naomi ruffled my hair.
I groaned. She had picked up a few bad habits from Aiden. I tried to crawl away but she tickled me until I felt tears stinging my eyes. My ribs shook with deep laughter and I writhed like a little girl. Rolling on the grass, I managed to get away from her grasp.
“Don’t call me that,” I said once I had calmed down.
“What, Megs? Meggie? Meggers? Megawatts?”
I pursed my lips.
“Meggy-poo?”
That did it. Frowning, I pinched her arm. She swiped my fingers away and grinned. I couldn't keep up my scowl. Together, we laughed at our silly antics.
We laid on the grass in silence, watching the fireworks transform the sky into a work of art—a collage of vibrant colors and twisted shapes.
Tonight, I had kissed Aiden Rowe. And tonight, I would forget that moment.

“I have to meet up with some friends," he said. "I’ll see you later, beautiful.”
I rolled my eyes.
Aiden chuckled. He jumped off the truck and disappeared into the crowd.
He’d called me beautiful. A small part of me leapt with joy. I should shrug off his slick compliment. He’d only said it to tease me.
Sighing, I played with the colored shells on my charm bracelet. The sea stones bounced against the pearls and the loops jingled when they brushed over the silver chain. It had been a Christmas gift from Naomi. We had become best friends from over a year ago when her family had moved in as our neighbor.
It didn’t take long before she returned. Her caramel skin was flushed with sweat. “Two minutes left...to midnight!” she said in between deep breaths. She must have been running.
My tongue ratcheted up my mouth, ready to roll of a curse. I hadn’t noticed how much time had passed. I tucked a lock of dark hair behind my ear. “Be right back.”
Clasping the side of the truck, I vaulted over, my feet landing on dry ground. The golf field was massive. It sprawled out all around me, expanding to the rows of trees fencing it. Lamp posts flooded the grass with splashes of yellow light.
I trudged along a small hill, oblivious to the people milling about the park, the vendors selling mouthwatering candies and tasty fast food and the street performers entertaining the kids.
Only one thing skimmed through my mind. I was going to fulfil the only New Year resolution I had come up with—to kiss Aiden Rowe right before the clock struck midnight. In all honesty, I was cheating because 2014 wasn’t up yet but I didn’t mind.
When the lights went out one by one, the park was left in a cloak of darkness. Hushed voices filled my ears. I could feel anticipation warming the air. It latched on my skin.
One minute left.
I knew because I’d kept count. My heart palpitated, my fingers shook. Aiden was only standing a few feet from me, his head raised up at the sky. He wasn’t with his friends. I think he wanted to spend the final moments of the year to himself.
Forty seconds.
This was it. This was my chance to steal one bold kiss. When it was over, I’d forget I ever had feelings for him. I’d erase them from my mind, pluck them out of my heart. I would do it for the sake of our friendship.
For him.
For us.
The thought of it sent a stab of pain in my chest. Letting out an unsteady breath, I closed the distance between us.
I reached a hand to touch his arm then let it fall to my side. Did my breath stink? Were my palms sweaty? Was it right to do this?
These questions hounded my thoughts, bringing images of Aiden looking at me with shock, backing away from me. My eyes darted to the whites, blues and greens among the crowd, the light emanating from cell phones. They were faint and scarce, failing to fight the shadows.
He couldn’t see me in the dark. My identity would be concealed. I’d gotten this far. Backing out would only make me a coward.
Suck it up, Megan,I told myself.
Moistening my lips, I moved forward until I was standing before him.
“Thirty!” the crowd chanted.
As Aiden lowered his head to look at me, I pushed myself on the tips of my toes. I wound my left hand over his neck, bringing his face close to me. And then I kissed him.
His mouth was warm and soft against mine, his skin radiating warmth. My right hand pressed over his shoulder, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt tense under my touch. Aiden had stiffened.
“Twenty five!”
I kissed him harder, pouring out all my desire and yearning for him, releasing all the pent up frustrations I’d kept locked away for eight months. I’d fallen in love with a boy who had been by my side for as long as I could remember, who had comforted me in my time of grief, who had made me laugh when I was sad or angry, who had rescued me and kept me out of trouble, and who had taught me how to punch and swear like a guy.
Just this once he was mine.
“Twenty!”
Slowly, he relaxed. And then he moved. One hand slid up the small of my back, pressing my body to his. The other threaded through my hair, keeping me close. I could feel his heart beating against mine, matching my own rhythm.

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Chapter 1
It builds and then it breaks.
I remember those words as clear as day. He’d said them when we'd sat on my porch swing, a look of pain etched on his face. I remember the gleam in his eyes, the unshed tears he’d held back, the way his fingers tugged at the threads on the frayed cushion. I remember squeezing his hand, trying to comfort him. He’d pushed that misery into himself, locked it away from my reach.
Now, Aiden sat beside me, his shoulder grazing my own and his knee bumping my side whenever he leaned towards me. We sat at the back of his truck, the three of us. Naomi had settled from across us, one leg placed over the other.
“Number three,” Naomi said, twirling her index finger in the air. “Dye my hair blue.”
Stretching my hand forward, I picked up a packet of cotton candy. I tore it open and scooped a fluffy puff before slipping it into my mouth. A rush of sugar melted on my tongue. Strawberry flavor—my favorite.
Naomi was having fun talking about her New Year resolutions. Her voice had taken on a high-pitched tone and her eyebrows had arched up high. I, for one, didn’t feel like sharing mine.
“What are you, Sonic the Hedgehog?” Aiden snorted.
Naomi ignored him.
I looked past Naomi’s head. Beyond hundreds of cars in the parking lot, past the tall iron gates marking the entrance was a signboard that read Big Fish Golf Course. On every night of the thirty first of December, the town folk would gather here to celebrate New Year. Tonight was no exception.
As I took another bite out of the cotton candy, Aiden snatched the packet and ate the rest of it.
“Why do you always steal mine?” I glared at him. “Take Naomi’s.”
“Hey, mine are off-limits!” Naomi took her packets, unfolded from her sitting position and jumped out of the car.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“Getting them as far away from him as possible,” she said.
When she was gone, Aiden inclined his head towards my ear. I breathed in the scent of deodorant and strawberries. Waves of brown hair cascaded down his forehead, tickling my cheek.
“You know, yours taste better,” he said, his mouth so close to my ear.
An electrifying buzz hummed in my body, a buzz that grew stronger in his close proximity. I wasn’t supposed to feel like this but I couldn’t help it. Scooting away from him, I felt the cold metallic side of the truck scuff my ribs.
“Back off, Romeo,” I said.
He smiled. “Why? I know you like me.”
I scowled, ignoring the blush creeping into my cheeks. He couldn't possibly see my face so clearly in the dark. I squared my shoulders and held my chin high. Aiden’s smile widened into a devilish grin.
“Admit it.”
“No.”
I met his gaze in defiance. Aiden wriggled his eyebrows at me. He looked ridiculous. Just as ridiculous as he’d looked the first time we’d met ten years ago.
I had been playing with Sookie, my stuffed bunny, when a ball flew in my direction. It hit Sookie and made her fall into the mud. A boy came to pick the ball and I remember looking at the fake beard and the unibrow painted on his face and thinking,he looks silly. Aiden had made his friends draw them so that he’d look like Jeffrey Kurt, the best footballer our town ever had in the past decade.
“Wash her or else I will never forgive you!” I’d told him when he’d apologized.
Of course he refused so I stole his soccer ball and ran around the field with the boys chasing me and shouting at me. They never caught me. Eventually, Aiden agreed to wash my bunny.
“Stop it,” I said.
“Only if you admit how irresistible and—”
Aiden ducked, dodging the empty paper bag I’d thrown at his head. He burst out laughing. I could feel the corners of my mouth lifting into a smile. He always looked cute when he laughed.
“Fine, I admit it. I obviously like you,” I said, pretending to pick at my nails. “You’re my best friend.”
He placed a hand over his chest as if I'd wounded his feelings. “And here I thought you had something more fun in mind.”
"Uh-huh," I said.
Aiden's mobile phone rang. Standing up, he took it out of his pocket. I followed the stretch of his body as he straightened his back. His broad shoulders pressed over his plaid shirt, the rim of his black jeans riding low on his waist. I looked away, afraid he might catch me staring.

The day goes by uneventful, as any other Saturday would. She enjoyed her times with friends and her children throughout the day. Now the day is over and the children are asleep for the night. Unfortunately, Samantha can't seem to get to sleep.
While lying in her bed she drifts back to what she was thinking about earlier in the day, still having the nagging feeling of wondering what her purpose in life is. Chris pops into her head and she begins to think of him and what kind of troubles he's going through in his life right now and how she's tried to help him through them by helping him trust in God.
She also recalls how he has offered his shoulder to cry on and a compassionate ear whenever she has needed one. Her other friend, Donald, comes to mind. She again thinks of how he's troubled in life and how she has tried to pull him through his times of need, and then William, and Vicky. She starts to realize that she has been there for all of them. She wonders if this is it, "is this why I'm here?"
Samantha gets out of bed and gets on her knees and begins to pray. She prays for those in her life: first her children, then William, Chris, Donald and Vicky. She then prays for herself. "Dear Lord, help me understand the things that have happened to me and show me my purpose in life."
She remained on her knees for a few minutes, completely silent, hoping for something, anything. Then she heard it, the most calming and compassionate voice she had ever heard. The voice filled her soul with warmth and peace as she heard it proclaim:
"Samantha, your hurt and sorrow is not punishment, but a precious gift. I have provided you with the experiences in life to give you the knowledge and wisdom to help others. You have fulfilled and will continue to fulfill what I have in store for you. For what you seek, you have become. A healer of souls and a guide to my door step for those who have strayed or forsaken me. You cannot begin to replenish or heal lost souls without feeling their past experiences. You question that which is your purpose. You will understand that which is your body is only but a shell and what is inside you will shine brighter than the stars themselves, and you will be better prepared for your task at hand. You will be rewarded in your mortal life and in your everlasting life. Keep your faith and trust in me, for my hand is always upon you. Rise up and accept my gift and continue to help those in need."
Samantha wept for a period of time and realized again, how fulfilled she was to know the Lord. From this day forward she will continue to go to the aid of those in need and trust in the Lord.
Samantha then went into her children's rooms and hugged and kissed each them again for the night. Samantha finally went to sleep with anticipation of a new day dawning tomorrow.

As she finishes helping her daughter the phone rings. It's Christopher, a new found friend she met only a few months ago. They say hello's and talk about the coming day and each other's plans. A few minutes later she gangs up the phone and steps into the shower.
While in the shower, she again thinks of how she'll be after the operation. She thinks to herself that she's not getting any younger, and if she'll be appealing enough for any man to ever want her again. She abruptly puts the thought out of her head and begins to think of her friends. She can't help but think at first if they will treat her any differently than they do now, especially her boyfriend, William.
As she gets out of the shower and feeling somewhat refreshed, she realizes how fortunate she really is to have the types of friends she has. She tells herself that she has always tried to be there when they needed her and how good she felt when they called upon her in times of need. Samantha gets dressed and begins to face another day, putting the previous thoughts out of her head for now.

Her attention was again diverted when she heard the dreaded words from her son, "UH OH." Samantha went into the kitchen where she found that her son had an accident with the milk as he was pouring it into the cereal bowls. She patiently wipes up the milk and fixes their cereal before she retreats back to her room to take her shower.
Sitting on the end of her bed wondering what she will wear today, she again begins to think of the experiences in her life. She recalls a traumatic event whereupon she was attacked as a child. She vividly recalls the events of that day and begins to weep. She recalls how she refused to tell anyone, for fear of upsetting her family.
Her mind then drifted to how her now divorced husband helped her through this terrible time, when it was triggered later in her life. She pauses for a few moments and recalls how her relationship with God became so much more fulfilling during this time in her life.
All of a sudden Samantha is overcome with laughter as she sees her daughter standing before her wearing her clothes backward in an attempt to dress herself for the day. As Samantha helps her daughter get dressed she wonders if she is doing the best she can in raising her children.

Purpose In Life
One clear autumn morning a single mother of two, peers out the window of her bedroom admiring the clear day and watching as the wind blows through the tree in her yard.
The woman named Samantha sits wondering what purpose in life has God in store for her. She realizes is she thirty years old and a single mother of two. Any other day she would not feel the pressures of life except for this day is the day before an operation that will forever change her. She wonders how people will see her and react to her once the operation is complete. More importantly she begins to worry about how she will see herself.
Samantha was suddenly startled by both of her children rushing into her bedroom with smiles upon their innocent faces wanting what they expect every morning, a hug and kiss from their Mom.
She is distracted long enough to give her children the hugs and kisses they so very much desire. A few moments are spent making small talk and casual play until the children run off to fix themselves some cereal. As she hears her children laughing and occasionally arguing, her mind begins to wonder into her past.
Starting with her childhood, she recalls growing up in a family she can't help but love today, but questions her love and understanding while growing up in her family.
Her father; being a hard man whom stubbornly held to his convictions in life without hesitation. Her mother, a teacher of the word of God always ensured they knew the Gospel. Her four bothers and sisters wrapped up in their own world and not understanding her. All of this was racing through Samantha's mind.

The Obstacle in Our Path
In ancient times, a king had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock.
Some of the king's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the king for not keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the big stone out of the way.
Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables. On approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the stone to the side of the road. After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded.
As the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note from the king indicating that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway.
The peasant learned what many others never understand.
Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve one's condition.

A man was caught and thrown into a pit of about "40 feet" deep, just because he was a stranger. He struggled trying to get out of the pit, but the more he tried, the weaker his muscles became. He said to himself, "I don't know how to get myself out of this. Maybe I should just die instead of enduring these miserable struggles and pains."
Just then, he heard a voice screaming, "Help! Help!! Help!!!" The shouts were coming from another pit, which was "10 feet" deeper than the one he was in. He thought to himself, "Wow, so there is somebody else like me trapped here too."
Listening carefully, he heard some cracking and sand dropping from the wall of the pit of the other victim. Immediately he summed up his courage and with his last bit of strength, started crawling little by little until he made it out of his pit.
Morals of the Story:
That pain you think you are passing through, there are people worst off than you. Always say something sweet to yourself. Always smile at your pains. Let them be; they are just there for a while and also to challenge you. Today may be your darkest hour, but your joy will come in the morning.
Try to encourage yourself. Look at yourself in the mirror, beat your chest and say, "I can make it and I can stand the test of time."
Always try to face your worst fear because nothing GOOD comes easy. You must be UNCOMFORTABLE to get to your COMFORT ZONE.
Think BIG!
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A man was caught and thrown into a pit of about "40 feet" deep, just because he was a stranger. He struggled trying to get out of the pit, but the more he tried, the weaker his muscles became. He said to himself, "I don't know how to get myself out of this. Maybe I should just die instead of enduring these miserable struggles and pains."
Just then, he heard a voice screaming, "Help! Help!! Help!!!" The shouts were coming from another pit, which was "10 feet" deeper than the one he was in. He thought to himself, "Wow, so there is somebody else like me trapped here too."
Listening carefully, he heard some cracking and sand dropping from the wall of the pit of the other victim. Immediately he summed up his courage and with his last bit of strength, started crawling little by little until he made it out of his pit.
Morals of the Story:
That pain you think you are passing through, there are people worst off than you. Always say something sweet to yourself. Always smile at your pains. Let them be; they are just there for a while and also to challenge you. Today may be your darkest hour, but your joy will come in the morning.
Try to encourage yourself. Look at yourself in the mirror, beat your chest and say, "I can make it and I can stand the test of time."
Always try to face your worst fear because nothing GOOD comes easy. You must be UNCOMFORTABLE to get to your COMFORT ZONE.
Think BIG!
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I know of a "Nurse" that works in an environment that is stressful, painful and sad. At least that's what most people's sentiments are. This is no ordinary nurse, she has strength, courage & confidence beyond the norm and has the ability to cure those seeking and needing to be cured. What makes this Nurse extraordinary is that she did not receive her education in nursing nor in trade school.
This Nurse has been given her gifts and talents from a different source, a higher source, a higher power, a higher education. What makes this true story more inspiring is this Nurse does not work in a hospital or clinic. She works for the CEO of CEO's, the Boss of Boss's, the King of Kings, she is doing God's providential work by her Purpose.
Lorena a two-time cancer survivor and a young mom of three adorable kids, could have chosen to rest and recover from her treatment, stay home, do nothing and deservingly so. Lorena, instead of laying soaking or worrying, puts on her Warrior suit, her "Nurse's" outfit, her Facilitator of Hope Armor and starts a support group, a group for cancer patients, for those going through a similar fight that she went through, the biggest bought there is, the fight for your life.

Positive Attitude is not any kind of pride which we feel in any person’s nature. It is for those who want to achieve something in their life, only if they are Ever-ready to face every problems, disputes & difficulties of their life.
There is not a single person who gets a direct entrance as a celebrity in this world. Everyone has done some kind of struggle in his life to become something.
A person also gets many kinds of experiences it may prove bitter or may be sweet which can’t be determined before beginning the work. It’s also a kind of an effort to get success. Risk plays an important role in life.
‘Being positive or negative are habits of thoughts that have a very strong influence on life’
The influence possesses a very vital role in our life because our Country mostly depends on the influence of many people, just as our life. Our Attitude towards each & everything is either positive or negative so after some time that habit becomes nature & that nature can help us to get anything within a short duration. So, it’s one kind of influence.
‘Risk gives us tension but the Result of Risk gives happiness…’
If the result of risk is positive, it gives happiness; but if there is a negative result, it should not disappoint us because we get a lesson from that mistake & we will never repeat that mistake in our life again. Happy person ever finds happiness from small things, so even if the result of risk is not positive he finds happiness in it gets maturity that now this mistake will never be done by me…
Human being must be fond of Achievements.
Thus, a Happy Person is always happy not because everything is Right in his life; but because his Attitude Towards everything is Right.

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Positive Attitude is not any kind of pride which we feel in any person’s nature. It is for those who want to achieve something in their life, only if they are Ever-ready to face every problems, disputes & difficulties of their life.
There is not a single person who gets a direct entrance as a celebrity in this world. Everyone has done some kind of struggle in his life to become something.
A person also gets many kinds of experiences it may prove bitter or may be sweet which can’t be determined before beginning the work. It’s also a kind of an effort to get success. Risk plays an important role in life.
‘Being positive or negative are habits of thoughts that have a very strong influence on life’
The influence possesses a very vital role in our life because our Country mostly depends on the influence of many people, just as our life. Our Attitude towards each & everything is either positive or negative so after some time that habit becomes nature & that nature can help us to get anything within a short duration. So, it’s one kind of influence.
‘Risk gives us tension but the Result of Risk gives happiness…’
If the result of risk is positive, it gives happiness; but if there is a negative result, it should not disappoint us because we get a lesson from that mistake & we will never repeat that mistake in our life again. Happy person ever finds happiness from small things, so even if the result of risk is not positive he finds happiness in it gets maturity that now this mistake will never be done by me…
Human being must be fond of Achievements.
Thus, a Happy Person is always happy not because everything is Right in his life; but because his Attitude Towards everything is Right.

There is only one house of battle
A house where everyone breathing has
House of failure and success creations
An equipment that processes the invisible
A bosom friend of the universe
There is only one house of battle
That place where every old and young fight every second
The house of mystery holding the tomorrow's blueprint
An engine that dictates the future
A factory where tomorrow is manufactured from today
There is only one house of battle
A place to make personal choice - success or failure
Converter of raw materials-Thoughts into products-Realities
The occupant that connects to three gates
Receiving from individual EYES,EARS and MOUTH to program
There is only one house of battle
The field of battle for the two ever strong giants
Everybody wonders who to feed and win-Positive or Negative
Starving giant loses the battle and shift for winner to reign
The mighty internal mansion for our successes
FEED YOUR MIND WITH WHAT YOU WANT TO SEE IN YOUR FUTURE TODAY.
WIN THE MIND BATTLE WITH POSITIVE THINKING.
YOU WILL SUCCEED!

Self improvement is a journey that anyone who wants to excel in life must take. It does not matter in what area you want to excel and progress, whether it be in your business, in your work, in your studies, in your marriage or in your spirituality.
All aspects of our lives can only truly improve if we take responsibility for their improvement. The greatest area of such improvement that will impact all other areas of our lives, is improving ourselves.
This can be at several levels:
Improving your KNOWLEDGE
Improving your SKILLS
But is it clear from this that even improving your skills first requires improving your knowledge. Therefore we can conclude that all self improvement begins with self growth in the area of our knowledge.
"Man's mind, once stretched by a new idea, never regains its original dimensions." -Oliver Wendell Holmes, US author & physician (1809 - 1894)
The mind is the thing that we must stretch in order to broaden our reality and capabilities. Without a stretched and open mind that is receptive to new ideas and information, self growth is impossibility. But with such openness and receptivity to new ideas comes great responsibility. This is because not every idea or theory is correct. Some things are wrong and some things are dangerous and can be destructive.
Therefore, we must use our judgement and discernment in deciding what ideas to accept and what ideas to reject. Accepting correct ideas and information will lead to success. Accepting wrong ideas and information can lead to failure and frustration.
Here also the circle is completed, because having such judgment and discernment requires that we first have the right knowledge by which to make such judgement and choices. So again, knowledge comes out on top.
You need to have the right knowledge in order to navigate the unpredictable terrain of life.

Fear stands for FALSE EVIDENCE APPEARING REAL, this false evidence can take many forms but the key is that it appears real. We perceive something to be so scarier than it really is, it's only a false evidence.
So invite fear into your life. When you fear something move towards it, feel it and breathe through it.
Always do the thing which frightens you because action builds courage and you should know that your world expands as your courage expands.

The first phase of faith is the nesting phase. That when an idea drops into the mind as anb egg is deposited in the bird's nest.
Some people experience only the first phase of faith,for too many people, faith never gets beyond the nesting phase.