when i was little my papa always said to me: "hold onto that horses rains cowgirl, get right back on when you fall off, it is alright to cry, but don't be afriad." i would always look around me and say "what horse papa? i don't see a horse!" he would laugh. "life is your horse, and your thoughts are your rains." when i was older and he said it again, i asked, "papa, how do my thoughts become my rains?" he smiled. "a wise man said, 'watch your thoughts, they become your actions. whatch your actions, they become habits. whatch your habits, they become your personality. whatch your personality, it becomes your destiny.' that is how my sweet grand daughter." i smiled and hugged him, now i think of it every time someone teases me, i advise you do the same.
5 faves · May 18, 2012 10:41pm