THERE ARE TIMES IN OUR LIFE WE JUST FEEL SIMPLY EMPTY.
I JUST SOMETIMES FEEL “‘WHAT’S THE PURPOSE OF THIS LIFE””, JUST GO FROM 100% TO 0%.JUST LIKE THAT EMPTY.
JUST A SINGLE WORD CAN RUIN YOUR ENTIRE DAY, YOU MAY BE VERY AMBITIOUS BUT, ONE NEGATIVE COMMENT FROM A PERSON CAN CUT OFF YOUR HIGH FLYING WINGS.
ITS JUST LIKE THAT, WORLD TODAY, IS FAR MORE DISGUSTING THAN WE THINK, THOSE WHO PLAY IT NICE, LIVE NICE.
ALWAYS BE AT THE TOP OF OUR GAME, IF YOU FEEL ALONE LISTEN TO SOME MUSIC, PRACTICE YOGA, COOK YOUR FAVOURITE OR YOU CAN CONTACT WITH ME, I JUST LOVE TO MAKE NEW FRIENDS.
THE THING IS BE SIMPLE, THE POEM IF BY RUDYARD KIPLING TELLS US HOW TO BE A HUMAN BEING.
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son !.
BE HAPPY PEEPY.