Life isn't about keeping score.
It's not 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're dating, who you used to date,
how many people you've dated,
or if you haven't 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 your skin is too light or too dark.
Not about what grades you get how smart you are,
how smart everybody 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.
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The Life Is
But, life is about who you love and who you hurt.
It's about who you make happy or unhappy purposefully.
It's about keeping or betraying trust.
It's about friendship, used as a sanctity or a weapon.
It's about what you say and mean, maybe hurtful,
maybe heartening.
It's 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's all about.
~author unknown~
It's not 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're dating, who you used to date,
how many people you've dated,
or if you haven't 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 your skin is too light or too dark.
Not about what grades you get how smart you are,
how smart everybody 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 purposefully.
It's about keeping or betraying trust.
It's about friendship, used as a sanctity or a weapon.
It's about what you say and mean, maybe hurtful,
maybe heartening.
It's 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's all about.
~author unknown~
"Chị yêu dấu, nếu một lúc nào đó vô tình đọc lại, chị còn nhớ bài thơ này không? Đây là bài thơ mà vì nó chị em mình quen nhau chị nhớ không. Nhóc không hỏi, nhưng nhóc tin là chị nhớ...Đã bẩy năm rồi còn gì, một thời gian dài quen nhau, mà chị em mình vẫn chưa biết mặt nhỉ, em vẫn cứ tin, như đã từng tin rằng rồi một ngày nào đó, chị em mình sẽ gặp nhau, như đã có duyên quen nhau như thế. Lần nào nhận được mail hay một tin nhắn hỏi thăm của chị, em cũng thấy ấm lòng...
Chị biết không, em thích bài thơ này từ lần đầu tiên đọc nó, em không nhớ chính xác từng câu từng chữ, nhưng ý nghĩa của bài thơ luôn là điều động viên em sống tốt, hướng em sống biết nghĩ hơn, sống chân thành hơn...
Post lại bài thơ một lần nữa lên đây, để tự nhủ rằng hãy sống là chính mình, và để chị biết, rằng nhóc vẫn chờ được gặp chị..."
Chị biết không, em thích bài thơ này từ lần đầu tiên đọc nó, em không nhớ chính xác từng câu từng chữ, nhưng ý nghĩa của bài thơ luôn là điều động viên em sống tốt, hướng em sống biết nghĩ hơn, sống chân thành hơn...
Post lại bài thơ một lần nữa lên đây, để tự nhủ rằng hãy sống là chính mình, và để chị biết, rằng nhóc vẫn chờ được gặp chị..."
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