I am excited with the thought of the unknown - it stimulates my mind to imagine pleasant possibilities yet wisdom warns me to be prepared for the worst.
I enjoy company but I can only survive times with those of intelligent and healthy minds.
I am prepared to be of help yet it hurts me to be used.
I aimed to enjoy every moment of my life yet I'm only human to fret about the destructive sting of suckers at times.
I love the challenges of work but I am irritated by the arrogant and attention seeking behaviour of the insecure souls on the sideline.
I am gratified by my humble achievements even when it blinds the green-eyed creatures of the wild. Sorry if you cant stand the glare.
I am happy as I am - I do not paint my face anymore.
I dressed myself for comfort, decency and within my budget not to impress.
I am a private person and I know who I am despite the times when people made up their own stories.
I love myself and I do not wonder that others are jealous of it.
I am pleased when other people smile with joy and it bewilders me to think why others get hurt to see a happy person.
I tame my own instincts and live my wild desires; I am not as hungry to eat a rotten and infectious meat regardless when they are well dressed and served on golden platters.
I just can not care how, where, and who other people are - I live with my own principle of goodwill and justice - and live within my own boundaries my only hope is for others to love themselves as well rather than spend time caring for what they can never be.
