Life Isn’t Just… But Life…
February 17, 2008 at 4:20 pm | In Poem | Leave a CommentTags: Life, Poem
I once had a friend. He always said… “Don’t live life by the rules; make your own rules as you live life!” I never actually realized he was giving me a fortune cookie.
As I am living by, I realize… It is the essence of life!!!
I was just browsing some odd pages on the net a few days back when I came across this poem… I couldn’t help but post it here. So, here I go…
Life isn’t just, but life…
Life isn’t about keeping score,
It isn’t about how many friends you have,
Or how accepted you are,
Not about if you have plans this weekend or if you’re alone.
It isn’t about who you are dating, who you used to date,
How many people you have dated,
Or if you have ever been with anyone at all.
It isn’t about who your family is,
Or how much money they have,
Or what kind of car you drive.
It’s not about how beautiful or ugly you are,
Or what clothes you wear,
What shoes you have,
Or what kind of music you listen to.
It’s not about if your hair is blonde, red black or brown,
Or if you skin is too light or too dark,
Not about what grades you get or how smart you are,
How smart everyone else thinks you are,
Or how smart standardized tests say you are.
It’s not about what clubs you’re in or how good you are at “your” sport,
It’s not about representing your whole being on a piece of paper and seeing who will accept the “written you”.
Life just isn’t, the life is…
But…
Life is about who you love and who you hurt,
It’s about who you make happy or unhappy,
It’s abut keeping or betraying trust,
It’s about friendship, used as sanctity or a weapon,
It’s about what you say or mean, maybe hurtful, maybe heartening.
It’s not about what judgments you pass and why,
And who your judgments are spread to,
It’s about who you’ve ignored with full control and intention,
It’s about jealousy, fear, ignorance, and revenge,
It’s about carrying inner hate and love, letting it grow and spreading it.
But most of all, it’s about using your life to touch or poison other people’s hearts in such a way that could have never occurred alone.
Only you choose the way those hearts are affected, and those choices are
“WHAT LIFE IS ALL ABOUT”!!!
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Slow Dance…
February 6, 2008 at 3:50 pm | In Personal | 1 CommentTags: Life, Poem
This was actually a forward mail to me from a friend… One of those mails which you have to forward for the sake of someone in their deathbed because it will give them some money… I hate to forward them, but the contents of this mail were really good, so I couldn’t resist posting it here…
This poem is just to remind us that as we speed through life, we miss out some of the most precious moments… It’s not the destination that matters, but the path you travel and how much fun you have while on it…
SLOW DANCE
Have you ever watched kids,
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain,
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You’d better slow down,
Don’t dance so fast.
Time is short,
The music won’t last.
Do you run through each day,
On the fly?
When you ask “How are you?”,
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done,
Do you lie in your bed,
With the next hundred chores,
Running through your head?
You’d better slow down,
Don’t dance so fast.
Time is short,
The music won’t last.
Ever told your child,
We’ll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die?
Cause you never had time,
To call and say, “Hi”,
You’d better slow down,
Don’t dance so fast.
Time is short,
The music won’t last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere,
You miss half the fun of getting there,
When you worry and hurry through your day.
It is like an unopened gift….
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower,
Hear the music,
Before the song is over!!!
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