My thoughts didn’t reveal anything about me. They just defined who I was, who I am and who I will be.
My thoughts do not concern the thoughts of an ignorant. They do not have the heart of dark, they only aware of the light that is familiar with Good. They are sincere in the hour of peace and that of war, they talk nothing but the language of love. To love and be loved.
My thoughts do not turn back, they only grow stronger with time. My thoughts are not me, but I am in the best of them. I am becoming smarter with them, stronger with time, sensible with pain. My thoughts do not question the life out of life, but allow everything that wanted to teach me the essence of loss and gain.
I am learning, evolving and realizing. With every thought of my thought, I am moving towards me. closer to the truth. Yet, they neither have the source nor destination, but they are the root and end of everything.
My thoughts are my powers. So do yours.