Every day I get up from bed, I am happy.
I get another shot at this so-called life.
I drink my morning coffee at peace with a smile on my face, playing
chess.
Then I go outside and see all the mean faces staring at me.
Intoxicated, high, obnoxious, mean people with no goals or ambitions.
They try to throw their insecurities on me.
Why should I let them? Why should I let their demons come between my peace and
me?
Why should I curse at them, If I say some bad word at them, it is because I have this bad
word in me?
I’m blind to these kinds of people, mental midgets. I do not see them.
Therefore, that is why I just smile at them and let them wonder what is wrong with
me.
Submitted: March 24, 2021
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Criss Sole
I know from experience people often try to push their insecurities on to others.
Mon, March 29th, 2021 10:29amYou should not let others come between you and your peace. Something i know i struggle with a lot.
Good message.
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Thanks for the comment, Criss! I often experience this quite a lot, unfortunately.
Mon, March 29th, 2021 11:10am