The wind of fate, and in it rests our lives.

There is no back door key to life so stop trying to cheat your way through

But there was a discipline, it was just that we didn’t understand. We thought he was formless, but I think now he was tormented by order, what was outside it. He tore apart the plot—see his music was immediately on top of his own life. Echoing. As if, when he was playing he was lost and hunting for the right accidental notes.

You don't say how slim the odds are but rather how you can improve the odds.

Written By John C. Maxwell

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