Over time Simple actions become habits Which then lead to character Character leads to success And prosperity
Miraculous results And a rewarding life Even monumental achievements Thus flow from simple actions And habits Over time
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This is a simple and short poem - but contains a powerful message. Every small action counts, and even monumental achievements are made up of thousands of small actions and habits.
Incremental actions bring monumental changes With every fundamental step your future rearranges You may not know what tiny task could be quite instrumental in moving your successes to new and higher ranges
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I wash my hands constantly, as the smell of anything unnatural makes me uneasy. I smell the tips of my fingers and the palms of my hands nervously; the smell of metal, carpet, and reluctance all trapped between my fingers nauseate me. I run to the sink and pump soap into my hands before frantically rubbing them together, forming as many bubbles as possible.
I only like my hands when they smell like soap or oranges or lavender.
I have nightmares about you during the day. I sit awake and wonder how much of you was real and how much is just sound that I created in a desperate leap for love. The leap I swore I would take over and over again.
There is paint on my arms and my hands right now and all I can think about is how i wish I were an artist I wish i could draw myself into things the way I can push myself into things that hurt
My mom told me I am brave that I am fearless that I just do things but I think I am reckless with myself the way I run into pain face first and tear into it with my fists over and over again I have never been afraid of change The way pain rolls over you and makes your stomach convulse your whole body week and your sobs so huge that they don’t make sound beyond the frantic gasp for air at the end
I have always been to proud of being human for some reason I think that the way I feel the way I live is somehow monumental running into things over and over again