I'm A "Thinking Introvert." The Quiz Was Interesting And Purely Straightforward, But Enjoyable. Thanks.

I'm a "Thinking Introvert." The quiz was interesting and purely straightforward, but enjoyable. Thanks.

My grandmother is one of a few individuals whom I consider to be inspirational. In everything that she does, each moment is an opportunity in learning something or doing something constructive. There is always something that needs to be done and if one believes otherwise than obviously they are very idle-minded. I cannot thank her enough for keeping me on my toes and for teaching me the importance of diligence and consistency. Strive to be better and accomplish any goal that you want to achieve through hard work and perseverance.

As one chapter concludes, one has yet to be written. Anything can happen - expected or unforeseen.

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a lesson on nonbinary individuals and why we feel the way we do about numerous basic things, such as the mere fact of our existence and our pronouns.

Each new day, begin it as though it were your last. Challenge yourself to be better than your best self, reach for the furthest entity in the night sky, explore all possible routes that life has to offer other than routes of comfort, apply yourself with the maximum effort that you should administer for yourself, make things happen, and make your life worth living. Life is too short for indecisiveness and contemplation. If you Challenge, Reach, Explore, Apply, and Make, you will have achieved success. The key is to not stop here, but to continue to be a success tomorrow.

To Angel, My Sweetheart - "In Parting"

The kiss my dear: thy lips has left Shall never part from mine, Till happier hours restore the gift Untainted back to thine. Thy parting glance, which fondly beams, An equal love may see: The tear from thine eyelid streams Can weep no change in me. I ask no pledge to make me heist In gazing when alone; Nor one memorial for a breast Where thoughts are all thine own: Nor need to write - to tell the tale My pen were doubly weak: Oh! What can idle words avail Unless the heart could speak? By day or night; in weal or woe That heart no longer free, Must bear the love it cannot show And silent ache for thee.