Pride Looks Ugly on Anyone: 3

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The Power of Positivity
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Every word you speak is actually a seed, whether positive or negative.

In my past, I kept saying hope is poison to my soul. I had gained exactly what I said. Hope became poison to my soul.

This is all my fault, alone I was the author of my own misery.

But, I continue learning, there is so much to learn every single day.

I'm not saying anything like I'm perfect, but my eyes are always looking inward, truly seeing myself and where I can make improvements.

There are plenty of things I don't do, and if I focus on them they become heavy stones which only weigh me down.

What can I change today, this keeps me moving without any type of hindrance. Patiently dealing with what I see in the inside.

Day after day, I improve a little more.

The biggest change I have made is from speaking negatively, to positively.

Seeds take time to grow, and you want a foundation laid inside to be able to secure the house you'll build on top.

Now hope never fails, the impossible is possible. I believe it in my heart and continually speak accordingly.

I let the doubt spoken around me just to fall by the wayside. Let the rains wash it away without that seed taking root.

When my foundation is set, my barn house built. Everything I believe will come up from the ground.

The impossible is possible, I will never let that go.

In the meantime, I work on my own heart. One day at a time. You cannot rush these things, because that becomes weights which will drag you down.

It's faster to wait, than to not have enough wind to make the whole distance.

What you do to others is far more important than what others do to you. Keep your eyes inward, don't worry about others.

I have a lot to learn, but each day will take care of itself.

Pride looks ugly on anyone, but a humble spirit looks beautiful on everyone.

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