The power of words can surely move mountains and would hope that in writing this blog i would touch those that have been in a similar situation(s). Presently, I have been faced with certain situations and the only way to express myself is here in the blog. Lately I have been feeling My luck is so bad. To those that have asked ever asked why do these things always happen to me? Even at times I have raised my hands up in the air and say I give up. I would think the best way to deal with these matters is to get a pencil and a piece of paper and write this down. What you ask for, is what you get. What you see is what you are. What you give, you get back, someday, somehow, sooner or later. There is no such thing as bad luck. With your own hands you make your success. With those same hands you can destroy it. We say things that return to us. We do things we know are not good for us. We think things create situations we don't want. The only way to create success in whatever we do in our lives is to think, speak and act in ways that support ourselves. I have not giving up even though at times I have felt like doing so. I know it is not easy for some of you especially if you have your hands full don't give up you are not alone.
Now there was one among them, known as "King of the World," whose heart's passion burned like fire, and who built a monument for the sake of love that would capture the imagination of the world. In 1631, in the fourth year of his reign, Shah Jahan set out for Burhanpur with his armies to subdue a rebellion. Even though Mumtaz Mahal was in the ninth month of a pregnancy, she accompanied him as she had done many times before. On a warm evening of April in 1631, the queen gave birth to their fourteenth child, but soon afterwards suffered complications and took a turn for the worse. According to legend, with her dying breath, she secured a promise from her husband on the strength of their love to build for her a mausoleum more beautiful than any the world had ever seen before.. The King cried out with grief, like an ocean raging with storm..... He put aside his royal robes and for the whole week afterward, His Majesty did not appear in public, nor transact any affairs of state... From constant weeping he was forced to use spectacles, and his hair turned gray Shah Jahan created his vision of the world, not as it is, but rather as it should be harmonious, graceful and pure. Inspired by love and shaped to perfection, the Taj Mahal immortalizes one man's love for his wife and the splendor of an era....