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Sunday, May 3, 2009
4:26 AM
Everything Has Its Time
To everything
there is a season,
A time for every purpose under heaven:
A time to be born,
And a time to die;
A time to plant,
And a time to pluck
what is planted;
A time to kill,
And a time to heal;
A time to break down,
And a time to build up;
A time to weep,
And a time to laugh;
A time to mourn,
And a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones,
And a time to gather stones;
A time to embrace,
And a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to gain,
And a time to lose;
A time to keep,
And a time to throw away;
A time to tear,
And a time to sew;
A time to keep silence,
And a time to speak;
A time to love,
And a time to hate;
A time of war,
And a time of peace.
and now, my time to lament.
i've read. i've understand. i'm naive.
Now, all i asked is self-control, to have everything as it was, except with no other thoughts.
Cast away all thoughts and solely focus on 31st May, I MUST.
True Facts for all the lost count days: i'm going to run my first marathon shortly. ADIDAS SUNDOWN!
& I'm being random.