Thoughts forever

These days after shifting to a new place i think i can count on my fingers as to how many days did i actually be sleeping happily....no no its no the room thats bothering but some thing else....Didn't i learn it from my past experiences..yes i did...but why is this happening to me...is the phrase i keep thinking these days...there is so much to do in life...so much to read so much to learn...but still i am not doing that...why? is the question i keep asking myself for which i even don't know the answer...I think missing home after some 7 years of staying outside...but is that the whole point is or i am missing myself these days? not able to find out also...Tried asking more and then realised ...

I remember my dad teaching me the power of language at a very young age. Not only did my dad understand that specific words affect our mental pictures, but he understood words are a powerful programming factor in lifelong success. One particularly interesting event occurred when I was eight. As a kid, I was always climbing trees, poles, and literally hanging around upside down from the rafters of our lake house. So, it came to no surprise for my dad to find me at the top of a 30-foot tree swinging back and forth. My little eight-year-old brain didn't realize the tree could break or I could get hurt. I just thought it was fun to be up so high.My older cousin, Tammy, was also in the same tree. ...