I’m sick of this depressing life. I don’t have the strength to tell the very same story ever again. The breathlessness continues until I eventually stop talking and bottle up my feeling. I can barely speak a word to anybody. I don’t think the world is round anymore and no matter how long you trace where the rainbow ends, you’ll never found it.
I wonder how could people be so bad and heart be so fragile.
Forgive them anyway
If you are kind people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives
Be kind anyway
If you are successful you will win some false friends and true enemies
If you are honest and frank they may cheat you
Be forthright anyway
What you spend years building they may destroy
The good you do today they often will forget tomorrow
Do good anyway
Give the world the best you have and it will never be enough
Give the world the best you got anyway
You see, in the final analysis it is between you and God
It was never between you and them anyway
Ps: For a “friend” who jerks at bloggers who use blog to express their frustration, dissatisfaction etc rather than facing the person themselves, I think you’re wrong. It is way better from people who blow themselves up in blogging (gotcha!)Remind you, write to express, not to impress. Say anything, I just don’t care. It’s my blog anyway.