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No one is stupid , just because one does not know or understand what you mean doesn't mean they aren't smart. Everyone is different no one is great at everything.
you think your not pretty. theres always someone u g l i e r. you want more money. people are living in p o v e r t y. you want a boyfriend. some people dont have p a r e n t s. you're hungry.
Why do people do what they do to you. Why would they tease and taunt someone, make someone's life a miserly, make them feel like a freak, like they don't belong.
Like so many other people, I would like to find a solution for things. As well as many other people I first try to identify what the problem is, put a name to it.
I sit up in my little 'home' Not made of bricks, not made of wood, not even a little piece of stone. This is what I live in; A cardboard box-room enough for one.
During my second year of university our professor gave us a quiz.
If you'd be so kind. I'd like to read your mind. Are you maybe just like me. Seeking out some poetry. To read, and then go on to be. Waxing philosophically. I'd like to be beside.
I stared into her warm brown eyes, longing for that which seperated us to be removed. I placed my hand upon the glass and she mimicked my movement. I smiled.
It's important to to look at ourselves when condemning others for doing something wrong or behaving in a certain way. Because, no doubt, we have all acted in such a way too.
Time. 16:45. I saw him for the first time. It was December. Ice cold. And there he lay outside the GAP store, under the display window. On Regents Street. He was curled up under a dirty white fur...
That girl you called a slut, She's a virgin. That boy you called pathetic, He's having to support a whole family with a part time weekend job. That girl you called stupid, She's dyslexic.
More and more people are getting hurt because of other people. People judge too harshly when they should realise they only know a persons appearance and name not the story behind either one of them.
You know that girl you just called fat. She's starving herself, just to stop the crude comments. You know that boy you just called weird. He attempted suicide three times.
If I could take the Sun from the Sky for a day to light up your face then I would, Just to shine you with warmth and see you smile just like you should.
I'm not crazy. I'm just not you. Wouldn't it be great if we could remember this throughout our day. It could save us so many frustrations just to accept that people are different.
We always complain about our parents. They just cant win. They cant always get us everything we want. They might not always understand us. But I have a story to tell you.
The next time you complain about your body because you are either fat or too skinny; That you remember you have always hated your hair/skin/nose or even everything, think about those who cant talk,...
I really disliked this phrase up until just this year. There are two kinds of people. Those that are kind, honest, nurturing, equal lovers of the brothers and sisters that surround them.
When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain...
A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law and four year old grandson. The old mans hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred and his steps faltered.