I will persist.

I recognize that each day I am tested by life. If I persist, if I continue to try, if I continue to charge forward, I will succeed.

I will persist until I succeed.

I was not delivered unto this world in defeat, nor does failure course in my veins. I will hear not those who weep and complain, for their disease is contagious. Failure is not my destiny.

I will persist until I succeed.

The prizes of life are at the end of each journey, not near the beginning; and it is not given to me to know how many steps are necessary in order to reach my goal. Failure I may still encounter at the thousandth step, yet success hides just around the bend of the road. Never will I know how close it lies unless I turn the corner.

I will always take another step. If I don't find success in that step, I will take another, and yet another. In truth, one step at a time is not too difficult.

I will persist until I succeed.

I will consider each day's effort as one hard blow against a tall oak tree. The first blow may cause not a tremor in the wood, nor the second, nor the third. Each blow, of itself, may be trifling, and seem of no consequence. Yet from childish swipes it will eventually tumble. So it will be with my efforts of today.

I will be liken to the rain drop which washes away the mountain; the ant who devours a tiger; the star which brightens the earth; the slave who builds a pyramid. I will build my castle one brick at a time for I know that small attempts, repeated, will complete any undertaking.

I will persist until I succeed.

I will never consider defeat and I will remove from my vocabulary such words and phrases as: quit, cannot, unable, impossible, out of the question, improbable, failure, unworkable, hopeless, and retreat; for they are the words of fools. I will avoid despair but if this disease of the mind should infect me then I will work on in despair. I will toil and I will endure. I will ignore the obstacles at my feet and keep my eyes on the goals above my head, because I know to well that where dry desert ends, green grass grows.

I will persist until I succeed.

I will remember the ancient law of averages and I will bend it to my good. I will persist with knowledge that each failure to sell will increase my chance for success at the next attempt. Each no I hear will bring me closer to yes. Each frown I meet only prepares me for the smile to come. Each misfortune I encounter will carry in it the seeds of tomorrow's good luck. I must have the night to appreciate the day. I must fail often to succeed only once.

I will persist until I succeed.

I will try, and try, and try again. Each obstacle I will consider as a mere detour to my goal and a challenge to my profession. I will persist and develop my skills as the sailors develop theirs, by learning to ride out the wrath of each and every storm.

I will persist until I succeed.

I will learn and apply another secret of those who excel in my work. When each day is ended, not regarding whether it has been a success or a failure, I will attempt to achieve my tasks even when I do not succeed and the end of the day is near. When my thoughts beckon my tired mind to give up for the day, I will resist the temptation.

I will try again. I will make one more attempt to close my day with victory. I will never allow any day to end with a failure.
I will plant the seed of tomorrow's success and gain an insurmountable advantage over those who cease their labor at a prescribed time. When others cease their struggle, then mine will begin, and my harvest will be full.

I will persist until I succeed.

I will not allow yesterday's success to lure me into today's complacency, this is the great foundation of failure. I will forget the happenings of the day that is gone, whether they were good or bad, and greet the new sun with confidence that this will be the best day of my life.

So long as there is breath in me, will I persist and I know that if I persist long enough I will win.

I will persist.

I will win.

I will wait for you.

My feelings for you: A'La Dispute.

I think I saw you in my sleep, darling,
I think I saw you in my dreams you were
Stitching up the seams on every broken promise
That your body couldn't keep.
I think I saw you in my sleep.

I thought I heard the door open, oh no,
I thought I heard the door open but
I only heard it close.

I thought I heard a plane crashing, but
Now I think it was your passion snapping.

I think you saw me confronting my fear, it
Went up with a bottle and went down with the beer and
I think you ought to stay away from here
There are ghosts in the walls and they
Crawl in your head through your ear.

I think I saw you in my sleep, lover,
I think I saw you in my dreams you were
Stitching up the seams on every mangled promise
That your body couldn't keep.
I think I saw you in my sleep

Survey Says:

Wild card.

At the end of the day that is what it comes down to. Photo-finish, never ever a dull moment, infamous shoulder tap, wildcard-
and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Staying passionate,
Me.

Postcards.

Still now, I send letters into space hoping that some mailman somewhere will track you down and recognize you from the description in my words. That he will place the stack of them in your hands, and tell you: "There is a girl who still writes you because she doesn't know how not to"

Sarah Kay-

Dreams about you...

I know you are thinking about me. Lately the thoughts and the energy that I feel inside me is insanely strong.

I’m having dreams about you.
I wanna scream about you.

With everything you’ve done
I was the girl who seemed to own your world
There were things about you.
I took a chance to call you my own,
I didn’t know a thing about you.
I thought you could love, what a fool I was.


You said that love was dead and in my head I just couldn’t believe it.
And on the phone you said you never knew me at all.
I thought there was love, what a fool I was.

Everything was in hypo chains just like an old time movie.
I don’t understand, I can’t comprehend, I guess it really doesn’t matter.
Every dream, nightmare, nothing really matters.
I thought I was loved, what a fool I was.

With my honey to the moon...

I dreamed of us last night.

In a series of craziness much like our relationship, I dreamed that we were at a happy hour and you started kissing me. I was of course freaking out. We left together and you took me to your house, forgetting that you were now married. When we got to your neighborhood you realized that you no longer lived there but you pointed at your new house with her.

In the dream I was really nervous and anxious and I really didn't care how any of this would end and much less how it would make her feel. I decide to follow your lead and we walked inside your new house. Your brother was waiting for you sitting on the couch and he was pretty upset that you were with me. We walk in and she says hello to the both of us- not knowing who I was exactly.

She is preparing to host some type of gathering for some guests who later arrive while I am waiting for you to shower and get ready to leave with me. At this point there is really no turning back. I'm super happy just knowing that you are leaving with me, that I have won.

When the guests arrive they know me, and overwhelmed with excitement they call my name. This obviously blows my cover. She figures out who I am and flips her lid. You just look at her and tell her you are sorry. Next thing I know the three of us are at an office annulling your marriage.

She was so sad. The look of failure overcame her splendor. I was laughing and we were hugging and having a great time. Suddenly, it dawned on me- I stopped for a second and looked at you and us, and then her and I thought to myself: "Now what am I going to do, I don't love him- I don't want to be with him. Even after all this I am still bittersweet"
Just then I realized I was dreaming and I felt so relieved.
Funny how the mind works.

Loving the Orchids in the Banana Republic,
Me.

Life.

Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of experiences to savor, not to endure.

- Me.