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<pubDate>Tue, 07 Oct 2008 14:57 EDT</pubDate>
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<title>Happiness, a way of living</title>
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<description>Whenever you go out of doors, draw the chin in, carry the crown of the head high, and fill the lungs to the utmost; drink in the sunshine; greet your friends with a smile, and put soul into every handclasp. Do not fear being misunderstood and do not waste a minute thinking about your enemies. Try to fix firmly in your mind what you would like to do; and then, without veering off direction, you will move straight to the goal. Keep your mind on the great and splendid things you would like to do, and then, as the days go gliding away, you will find yourself unconsciously seizing upon the opportunities that are required for the fulfillment of your desire, just as the coral insect takes from the running tide the element it needs. Picture in your mind the able, earnest, useful person you desire to be, and the thought you hold is hourly transforming you into that particular individual...Thought is supreme. Preserve a right mental attitude - the attitude of courage, frankness and good cheer. To think rightly is to create. All things come through desire and every sincere prayer is answered. We become like that on which our hearts are fixed. Carry your chin in and the crown of your head high. We are gods in the chrysalis.</description>
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<pubDate>Fri, 16 May 2008 18:04 EDT</pubDate>
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<title>Sunday Afternoon</title>
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  &#x3C;p&#x3E;As I walk through the final resting place of those forgotten souls, I come to where the children rest. It brings a heavy feeling to my heart, and a lump to my throat, knowing what could have been, never was. Those tiny images and the messages, expressing the deepest of feelings. Oh to understand such a loss.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;We may never know when our time is up. All we can do is live each day with gratitude and passion, taking nothing for granted and appreciating every moment we experience, as it may be our last. Life is love, so love life.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;</description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 04 Feb 2008 20:25 EDT</pubDate>
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