it's strange for me to acknowledge that the most beautiful things life can present to you comes in the smallest packages, and because we're too busy judging and trying to pick the biggest and best out of the rest, we tend to belittle those small packages that carried in them such big treasures.
i never really feel fulfilled with the things ive already have in life. for me, there's always something that's lacking. there's always that something that i needed, or to put things straight, i thought i needed. my grades should be a level higher, i should look at least as pretty as the other girls, that new cosmetic brand should be mine. it's so easy to feel victimised and find people or situations to rest your blame on. and we've always thought that it was acceptable. everyone does that. there's always someone or something to blame. we cant be wrong.
but what happened today completely altered that small, uncivilised view i used to have to the world. why is it that easy and acceptable for people to freely feel ungrateful to the things that Allah have bestowed upon them? why does there always need to be conditions or people to blame, and why does everyone thinks that it's okay, even if it's not the right thing to do? why do we always feel the urge to be better, or at least as good as everyone else? why is it always not enough?
this is hard for me, because it came as a slap across my face. it yelled- "wake up, you bitch! look at what you're missing when you're too busy regretting!"
i should feel thankful that i came here. that i met all these special people, who in their very own wonderful ways have succeeded in making me change my mind. these people have made me regain consciousness from that long slumber i'd been in for the last 17 years. this could be the best thing that had ever happened in my entire life, and i would never be able to forget any of this. there's more to come. more days will be spent reviewing and thanking Allah for all the things He'd blessed me with.
i dont mind being normal. and i dont mind hanging out with these special people as well. it's crazy to think that others tend to stay away from them just because they have an extra chromosome 21 or look different from the rest of us.
believe that there's more to it that meets the eye. they smile all the time. they laugh. they scream when they get angry, and maybe they'll annoy you at times because they dont understand. they view things differently than the rest of us, but that doesnt mean that makes them a level lower. these people are special in their very own way. they're born to make us see that humanity is still here, and it's here to stay. they're born to remind us of true love that knows no boundaries. they live to show us that eventhough the inevitable could happen, it wont be able to break us, if we defy it before it does.
dont be afraid of making mistakes. dont be afraid to approach them and show that you care. because that's what they need most from us- attention.
that's the least thing we could do.
i never really feel fulfilled with the things ive already have in life. for me, there's always something that's lacking. there's always that something that i needed, or to put things straight, i thought i needed. my grades should be a level higher, i should look at least as pretty as the other girls, that new cosmetic brand should be mine. it's so easy to feel victimised and find people or situations to rest your blame on. and we've always thought that it was acceptable. everyone does that. there's always someone or something to blame. we cant be wrong.
but what happened today completely altered that small, uncivilised view i used to have to the world. why is it that easy and acceptable for people to freely feel ungrateful to the things that Allah have bestowed upon them? why does there always need to be conditions or people to blame, and why does everyone thinks that it's okay, even if it's not the right thing to do? why do we always feel the urge to be better, or at least as good as everyone else? why is it always not enough?
this is hard for me, because it came as a slap across my face. it yelled- "wake up, you bitch! look at what you're missing when you're too busy regretting!"
i should feel thankful that i came here. that i met all these special people, who in their very own wonderful ways have succeeded in making me change my mind. these people have made me regain consciousness from that long slumber i'd been in for the last 17 years. this could be the best thing that had ever happened in my entire life, and i would never be able to forget any of this. there's more to come. more days will be spent reviewing and thanking Allah for all the things He'd blessed me with.
i dont mind being normal. and i dont mind hanging out with these special people as well. it's crazy to think that others tend to stay away from them just because they have an extra chromosome 21 or look different from the rest of us.
believe that there's more to it that meets the eye. they smile all the time. they laugh. they scream when they get angry, and maybe they'll annoy you at times because they dont understand. they view things differently than the rest of us, but that doesnt mean that makes them a level lower. these people are special in their very own way. they're born to make us see that humanity is still here, and it's here to stay. they're born to remind us of true love that knows no boundaries. they live to show us that eventhough the inevitable could happen, it wont be able to break us, if we defy it before it does.
dont be afraid of making mistakes. dont be afraid to approach them and show that you care. because that's what they need most from us- attention.
that's the least thing we could do.
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