When I Was 8 Years Old, I Became Depressed. I Kept Asking Why I Was Born This Way [without Arms And Legs]. I Also Worried About My Future. At The Age Of 10, I Tried To Commit Suicide Because I Felt Like Giving Up. But When I Imagined My Loving Parents Crying At My Grave, I Decided To Stay.
If we want justice for minorities and cooled wars with our natural enemies, whether human or non-human, we must first come to terms with the minority and the enemy in ourselves and in our own hearts, for the rascal is there as much as anywhere in the "external" world - -especially when you realize that the world outside your skin is as much yourself as the world inside.
"Impossible" को गौर से देखो , वो खुद कहता है "I M Possible" बस, देखने का नजरिया बदल दो और नामुमकिन को मुमकिन करो। उदास होने के लिए उम्र पड़ी है, नज़र उठाओ सामने ज़िंदगी खड़ी है, :point_right: Be Positive...Be Happy Believe In Yourself :grinning::grinning::grinning:
What is success? I think it is a mixture of having a flair for the thing that you are doing; knowing that it is not enough, that you have got to have hard work and a certain sense of purpose.