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Maybe we do not have to be afraid about what the days is prgnant of!Perharps what we need to do is move like we are heading to an automatic door which slides open as we get close to it.Sometimes,we wake up in th emorning with so heavy a heart that we fail to see what makes that day special.We fail to recognize that the day is not and will never be like any other day.I realise that as i walk through the streets that the clouds are moving and they never are the same.When I look up wards,what i see is just not what I saw the day before.It may sound confusing to some when I say that the fact that we worry about what the day has for us makes the day empty.But,the truth is so simple that it sometimes is the hardest thing to have.We may walk eachday thinking that that man den't love us or that woman is not so kind.We may pay attention to the gossioing crowd who thinks we are not slim enough or maybe we are not fat enough to be part of their circle.We may feel inadequate at some point in our life and that feeling incapacitates us.We may see the blue sky to be dark because our eyes are flooded with tears.the tears may come beacuse of disappointment or difficulties.We may be wordless after speaking for so long and was never heard or payed attention to. Or, we may be that person unlike others who can't walk nor see,speak nor tthink like others do.Yet,we may be different but not less.
Today,I tried to smile through the unexpected situations that arise.I just hoped that things would work out.I was thinking that I might have to struggle or even put off the goodness in me inother to be understood.I didn't have to.Things sought out themselves and even more than i expected.Everyday may not bring a happy ending but happy endings can bring a better tomorrow.The hope we carry for a day may be pushed unto another day.Instead of waking up in the morning with the burdens of the past,why don't we shake off the loads and be ready to carry new significant ones.I don't have an antidote for aa bad day but I want you to know that the outcome of our day is the product of our mind.Watch out for what you bear intently and you wil find the key to peace of mind and serenity. Maybe,the day was made for you.Actually,I am sure the days were made for men and not men for the days.
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