#starryakpan

Nobody grows old merely by living a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals. Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. You are never too old to make changes

So why are they closing their eyes, who can tell me

Don't let anything steal your Joy, all that happens is for a reason, don't accommodate anger. Do you know that living so happy is by choice, so why should you choose to be unhappy maybe something happened

They put me in the oven to bake. Me, a deprived and miserable cake. Feeling the heat, I started to bubble. Watching the others, I knew I was in trouble. They opened the door and I started my life. Frosting