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
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
what can I do?
I'm self-centered, self-induldged, self-absorbed, hateful, short-tepered, implusive, in a complete state of denial, confused and lonely, yet I don't try to think.
a creature of the night
a princess of darkness
I long for light
colors
but all is midnight
and my only companions are the moon and the darkness
thought it comforts me when no one can
I wish to be out of darkness for once
to be clear, understood, unquestioned, and loved.
but who am I to ask for this?
who am I to want this?
is that what makes me human?
why?
all I want to know is why?
Step, creak, step, creak! the floor boards speak to me as I slowly tremble on its hard, splintery wood. Each step feels so daring. I feel danger crawling up my dangling spine. Thump, thump, my corazón tries to refuse to my wishes of moving forward. Nothing has happened so far.
I carefully make my way towards the forbidden wooden chair. Creeeeeeek! goes the asiento as I lower my self to its level and sit on it. SHHHHHHHH!
“What was that?” I whisper to my self with my eyes wide open. I slowly start to climb the fence to view the streets of emptiness and quietness. My corazón starts to beat even louder. Thump, thump. I slowly turn my anxious head to look. But it was only a car passing por my house.
I carefully make my way towards the forbidden wooden chair. Creeeeeeek! goes the asiento as I lower my self to its level and sit on it. SHHHHHHHH!
“What was that?” I whisper to my self with my eyes wide open. I slowly start to climb the fence to view the streets of emptiness and quietness. My corazón starts to beat even louder. Thump, thump. I slowly turn my anxious head to look. But it was only a car passing por my house.