When You Look Into Your Mother’s Eyes,

Every Life Has One True Love Snapshot.

Anger Is A Poison. It Eats Us Inside. We Think When We Hate Someone We Hurt Them, But Hatred Is A Curved Blade, And The Harm We Do To Others We Also Do To Ourselves.

As Mankind Grew Obsessed With Its Hours, The Sorrow Of Lost Time Became A Permanent Hole In The Human Heart. People Fretted Over Missed Chances, Over Inefficient Days; They Worried Constantly About How Long They Would Live, Because Counting Life’s Moments Had Led, Inevitably, To Counting Them Down. Soon, In Every Nation And In Every Language, Time Became The Most Precious Commodity.

A Book With The Genuine Power To Stir And Comfort Its Readers.

You Knew Me. You Knew That Person, But You Don't Know The Person I'm Trying To Become... You Are Not Your Past!