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Kaley Dec 2016
I think diversity is good..
Im glad were all not the same..
Cause if you think about it..
That would be all boring an lame..

We would be the exact same way..
an all be Doing the exact same things..  

Were diffrent for a reason..
So embrace being yourself..

You are an original..
Dont be a copy..

Cause your just as amazing as anybody else..even if you dont relize it..

Your the way you are..
You feel emotions the way you do..
Diffrent then me or someone else..

You make life special..
An life sculps you diffrent ways..


We all have diffrent acomishments to fulfill.. so be glad your only you..

An make being you your goal...
:)

(Seriously though..)
(Dont change yourself for anyone)
Kristina E Jun 2014
We are all clay,
formless and
smooth.

Life sculps us
with punches
and grips
and floods.

Life walks all over us
until we turn
rough,
cracked
and dry.
Stephen E Yocum Aug 2020
These days everybody is on display,
blogging, texting, tweeting. taking and
posting endless selfies, calling out, "look
at me, LOOK AT ME!"

Humility it seems is an old fashioned thing
of the past, in the now, where humble does
not count for much.

People starting to believe they are the image
in the fake repetitive selfies they take.
Look at me, I matter, LOOK AT ME!

An artist paints or sculps, throws pots of clay.
Shapes silver or gold into beautiful things.
Plays music instruments to perfection, using
hands and soul of creative "artistic" expression.

Perhaps it's because there are billions of us, that
people are so desperate to try and stand out, to
be seen and known for something , anything.

My mother and father were artists of a sort,
moral decent people that got up everyday and
went to work to earn a living, to take care, love
and teach their children right from wrong. Who
never asked for or took help or welfare, paid their
taxes and reframed from hurting anyone. They
enjoyed and reveled in their accomplished peaceful
anonymity, and family, that being all the fame they
needed.

I guess in a way they were "Life Artists". They never
expected or received an award for these humble skills
of being decent people and loving parents, nor did they
care one bit, or miss it. Their reward was in the doing.
"Humility means accepting reality with no attempt to outsmart it."
Author David Richo "Five things we can not change."

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