1. Thank Jesus Christ.

2. Be the change you want to see.

3. Procrastination is now.., But hard work last a lifetime.

4. Guide a way through life with truth.., Not just the half you like.

5. Inspire, Help, Create & Motivate.

6. Keep your head up and lets keep grinding.

7. Be grateful for the time you have.

LIVE
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幢儂儼巓襴緲′　 　 　 　 　 `守枢i磬廛
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巓緲′　　　　　　 　 　 　 　 　 　 綴〟 ”'罨椁
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巓襴驫 霤I緲緲　　 纜穐　　甯絛跨飩i髢綴馳爺綴｡`'等誄

"Never Give Up"

Jesus Christ is the way!!


The Picture:
Pillars long gone, intricate III, stretching endlessly.
Boats and rafts covered in fish scales, drifting along, worn and weary.
Pillars long gone, letters and sound of dreams, inclining gently.
Washing in the robe, tides of clams breaking slowly, quietly broadening.
At dusk, the crucible flickers, strings of age intertwined, marking time.
Recording wheels turn along tracks, guiding and carrying forward, protecting childhood.
Pillars stand solemn among the peaks, distant and migrating, guarding temples and stone halls.
The flickering strings of age dream on, a vigilant passage.
Clam shells scattered in the mist, guarding the fields.
Tracks and wheels sway, covering blankets and woven patterns.
Birds and mist hammer, suffering taken in by the halls.
The soft mist drifts, quietly enveloping, expanse veiled.
Peaks loom in the mist, wrapped in continuity, tracing the physical and familial ties.
Tracks and waves of mist, generational continuity, tethered by ropes, marked on stones and cliffs.
Peaks covered in horse herds, fog and mist linger, ropes tied in autumn, safeguarding connections and traditions.
Mountains and mist drift, ropes tremble, overseeing cornfield harvests, children playing, distant and cherished.

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⠾⡇⠈⣀⡞⠀⠀⠀⠀⡀⠀⢀⣠⣄⣇⠀⣳⠴⠃⠀⠀⠀⠣⢴⠉⣰⣇⣀⣀⠀⠀⡄⠀⠀⠀⢹⣄⡘⠈⡷⣦⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⢠⠞⠉⢻⡄⠀⠀⠈⠙⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⣶⣏⣤⣤⠟⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠙⢦⣱⣌⣷⠊⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠁⠀⠀⠀⡝⠉⠻⣄⠀
⣴⠛⢀⡠⢼⡇⠀⠀⢀⡄⠀⢀⣀⡽⠚⠁⠀⠀⠀⢠⡀⢠⣀⠠⣔⢁⡀⠀⣄⠀⡄⠀⠀⠀⠈⠑⠺⣄⡀⠀⠠⡀⠀⠀⢠⡧⠄⠀⠘⢧
⣿⡶⠋⠀⠀⠈⣠⣈⣩⠗⠒⠋⠀⠀⣀⣠⣆⡼⣷⣞⠛⠻⡉⠉⡟⠒⡛⣶⠧⣀⣀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠓⠺⢏⣉⣠⠋⠀⠀⠀⢢⣸
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⠀⠀⠉⠓⢲⣄⡈⢀⣠⠀⠀⠀⡸⠶⠂⠀⠀⠤⠞⢻⡇⠀⠀⢘⡟⠑⠤⠄⠀⢀⠀⠀⠐⠲⢿⡀⠀⠀⢤⣀⢈⣀⡴⠖⠋⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠉⠙⠓⠒⣾⣁⣀⣴⠀⣀⠙⢧⠂⢀⣆⣀⣷⣤⣀⣾⣇⣀⡆⠀⢢⠛⢁⠀⢰⣀⣀⣹⠒⠒⠛⠉⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠁⠈⠉⠉⠛⠉⠙⠉ ⣿⡟⣿⣿⠀⠀⠈⠉⠉⠙⠋⠉⠉⠀⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣴⠛⢯⣽⡟⢿⣿⠛⠿⠳⠞⠻⣿⠻⣆⢽⠟⣶⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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“It is not the critic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself in a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat.”

—Theodore Roosevelt
Speech at the Sorbonne, Paris, April 23, 1910

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