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notes to my future self (10)


1. we cannot all be strong.
by remaining weak,
some await the strong
to prove their
strength
and that is brave enough
2. lose yourself to some moments.
there are the places your mind would dwell
when you withdraw into your shell
3. try to remember to smile
when in tears:
it's ridiculous so maybe
that'd ease the pain.
4. never for once lose
faith in God and yourself.
if you forget,
look back the bumpy road
you're now ahead of.
5.  when you get into the
"i hate my life" zone
call a friend,
have a nice conversation;
a laugh or two maybe.
6. never be ashamed of the things
that make you cry.
frailty is strength.
tears are it's sword
and your pen,the soldier.
7. bounce a ball once in a while,
life is like gravity.
it pulls you down but
you have the choice to be static or bounce.
philosophy 101.
8. never abandon your belief and values
even if you're the last person on earth with them
be true to your values,
the pricelessness of them
would create a new nation
through you.
9.  love, but never lose yourself.
in loving be wise,
do not forget who you are.
that, is loving sincerely,
presenting yourself
as you are
not the image you think your partner needs.
10. smile more often.
it is like the key to opening
so many unlocked doors.
it's hard iknow.
think of chocolates,
that'd do the trick.
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