The Great Conquest Is The Result Of

People Are Capable, At Any Time In Their Lives, Of Doing What They Dream Of.

Everything Moves, And Everything Moves To A Rhythm. And Everything That Moves To A Rhythm Creates A Sound. At This Moment, The Same Thing Is Happening Here And Everywhere Else In The World.

Anything That Makes Us Forget Who We Are And What We Want; That Way We Can Work In Order To Produce, Reproduce, And Earn Money.

Oddly Enough I Never Used To Suffer From Depression On Cold, Gray, Cloudy Days Like This. I Feel As If Nature Is In Harmony With Me, That It Reflected My Soul. On The Other Hand, When The Sun Appeared, The Children Would Come Out To Play In The Streets, And Everyone Was Happy That It Was Such A Lovely Day, And Then I Would Feel Terrible, As If That Display Of Exuberance In Which I Could Not Participate Was Somehow Unfair.

The Only Thing Tragedy Gives Us Is The Opportunity To Rebuild Our Life.