Friday, September 5, 2008

You cant Bring ME down!!!

I dunno where, but i came across an interesting article somewhere where they were pressing on the need to be thankful to everyone around us.. because each and everyone has played a small part in moulding us into what we are today... it made me think, and maybe they were right..
Thanks to those who hate me, you made me a stronger person.
Thanks to those who love me, you made my heart bigger. Thanks to those who envied me, you made my self-esteem grow.
Thanks to those who cared, you made me feel important.
Thanks to those who worried, you let me know that some of you actually care.
Thanks to those who left, you showed me that not everything lasts.
Thanks to those who stayed, you showed me the meaning of true friendship.
Thanks to those who entered my life, you made me who I am today.

A little message to those sad people who cannot see that beauty is skin deep and shines from within... its all the insecurities that u have inside that make u hate or become jealous and envy other people Never take for granted what God has bestowed upon u and never hate someone else for what god has gifted them with... There will always be someone thats is more blessed than u; just learn to admire that beauty and dont hate on it just beacuse it wasnt given to u... what u guys cant see is that everyone is beautiful in their own way... some may be more so externally than others but that does not make them better than anyone else... never bring urself down by hating cos jealousy is one of the deadly sins, but if still this has made no sense to u whatsoever then u can hate as much as u like because people like u do not phase me.. i am way too better than that and will never bring myself down to ur standards.... PEACE

2 comments:

the pilgrim said...

good going, dude... i liked the thanking part very much...
great piece of work, that one...

A chirpy lass said...

you put these thoughts into practice, or just some thing in paper? anyways sensible

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