escritura Article: Life: A Blessing

posted by Phoenix_Stone

Instead of hating your life, tu should be thankful that tu have one.

If tu ignore everything tu find horrible in your life and focus on the blessings tu have, then I feel that tu will become a better person.

At least tu have eyes to see with, while others see nothing.
At least tu have ears to hear with, while others hear nothing.

Think about all the blessings tu have.
I have seen one of the poorest people in the world.
I have seen them suffer.
A charity team started to offer them help but they dicho no. They told them, "There are others who are worse than us. Help them. We are fine." and they listed so many names of others in need. They didn't seem fine to us, their children had died at young ages of starvation and water-bourne diseases, but to them they were okay.
They were better off than others and they appreciated this.

tu should appreciate it too.

I am tired of people saying that they hate their life, that they want to die.
To me, they sound as though they have dado up.
Enjoy your life to the fullest and be a good person, so that people can follow your example, and the world can become a better place.

tu will die one día and that is inevitable, so why hurry something that will happen on it's own? There is no logic.

So never say tu hate your life, because tu should amor it. tu should always stay happy, not dark. Darkness influences the people around tu and eventually leads to badness.

All humans are our family and instead of worrying about our own difficulties, we should help people through theirs. Help your relatives, neighbours and family. Donate to charity out of happiness, so as to improve someone's life. And don't whine about your own.

I wish for all of you, who are lectura this articulo and who are not, the greatest happiness.

Sorry for rambling, but I had to let everything out!

Thank tu for reading,

~Phoenix

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posted by dragonwriter

I wake up. It's early in the morning. A cool wind blows por my face whispering sounds i don't understand. I look up at the sky and notice that it is a light blue color and it makes me feel that there is no problems in the world. Looking around i get a different story.

Blood everywhere. Bodies over bodies and not a living soul in sight. Who could have done this? My head starts to spin and my vision is going blurry. A creature appears from the wind that was flying por my head earlier.

This creature starts walking torwards me speaking in a language that I have never heard before. I go to reach for my gun and find a giant hole in my right leg. It continues to get closer and closer and is staring at me as if to be a hunter and I am it's prey.

Knowing that this is the end I look up at the sky. Beginning to close my eyes the last of my sights are focused ont he Blue Skys.

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posted by viju

Shining down in eyes....

Do tu ever feel?
Like a melba toast
Breaking into pieces
With no way from sea to coast
Do tu ever feel
That you’re so ignorable
But inside do tu know
You’re inescapable
Do tu ever feel like
You’re under pressure
But inside you’re corazón
There’s an aggression.

You need to hear
Mellifluous voice in your mind
And than

(Chorus)
Run like a Meteor
Through the sky
Through the space
Shining down in our eyes
Run like a Meteor
Piercing the wind
With lightening speed
Shining down in everybody’s eyes

(Verse – II)
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"Get to the front of the race!”
You’ll never get finished
At THAT jogging pace

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