The night shutters the day and closes out the light
The tire in us deems and as we as the weary day brings forth the night dream

To dream better is to forget the days hustle and thank God for a gone day with hope of a brighter tomorrow

And so then the sense of life is in every tomorrow of the yesterday we shared today
May you dream not in worry rather glaze of stars

It’s the light in the darkness that shows who is coming not the darkness in the light. Roses are made of petals but the heart is made of tissue- the rose so good to smell and heart cherish able as untouched. We can remember to drop a rose with petals than a heart with chambers. #herdsmanofprogress

God made success different
That even your enemies will compromise with you
The deaf can hear your name
And the lame dance to your blossom

The wind sounds in your favor
For success speaks louder than sound
Travels faster than planes for to be known successful you don’t need to travel

Success is a destination

The heart of winner starts from discovery, the adventure right from eyes to a growing mindset
Clearly a vision grows and your soul inherits a spirit of a go getter
If only we learn to turn pages of life than life will make making in each second lived
We all live as victims of circumstances but rather Gods spirit to inherit greatness roams among us, so then to be free and open to challenge discovery knocks by thy door, it’s not to come in rather you to go out find it
Find yourself, find purpose
#herdsmanofprogress

Your dreams are someone’s past life
Your past life is someone current life
Your life now is both a past and a dream
We all on the boat seated at different edges
Some reach first， others later, others drop off

The goal is to get there whatever the circumstances
to drop is to loose, but patience is the happiness your tomorrow brings you
Yet to forget is punish one self for we ought to live today in hope and fullness for the future could be today already

To there
I want to be back
To be scorched by the sun so I can breathe heavily and thank God for the free air
I walk in the sand and kick it off like shading my problems

As the dust raises so my joy
The much the sad is, the more hope we have to get well in life
Barefoot to it’s hotness for nothing is permanent
Sinking into the heat and the sweating freshness of the salty sugar, if I must go it must be another memory to be boiled alive and yet love it
To hide in the stand of one heap over the other the ups and downs
And survive like the cactus the heart in me God made

The success I so waited for
The years and ages over
Now I am close and there
I won’t let the past cling to my future
God watching me in support
Catch your dreams my boy and make testimony of me
Let the world assemble behind you champion
I am yet to be the million of places and bear infinity of blessings worth never stolen but multiple over multitudes

Now I am suffocated with luck the Grace of my Lord to which I am pregnant yet to share babies of luck to all the living
Let my past be testimony that tomorrow has come and so let you jubilate over what is to come for it’s to overflow and fill all corners