The second half of a man’s life is made up of nothing but the habits he has acquired during the first half.
That it is an unforgivable crime to only kind of try in life. It is as if you are trying just hard enough to fail each and every time.
‘The Size Of Candles May Differ But They Yield The Same Brightness. It’s Not The Matter Of Your Position, But Your Ability That Shines.’
What is that foul stench in the air? Is it raw fear or is it the decaying morals of South African society? Maybe it is a bit of both. Corruption stinks!