Somewhere along the line, life took a turn that no one expected. We all lost sight of what was good and pure, like when we were kids. I miss it a lot. Like sitting on a merry go round and just lazily spinning there, not a care in the world, just letting it all pass you by. Watching the world go on about its business as you make circles in the sky and trying to see what animals are floating above your head. You knew what made you happy, what made you smile, who your friends were, even if they weren’t the best of them. Life was more simplistic, school was fun and it was all about recess and what you were going to do over the weekend and telling the stories for the next week at school.
About that time, you found out about being cool, and popular and all the things that went along with being on the “inside? of whatever was going on. You had to be cool, have the latest fashion and look like a magazine cover. That or get made fun of, get picked on behind your back by people you called friends. Then you started making enemies, you lost sight of the simplicity of life. Now it existed outside of who you were. It was what you wore, whom you associated with, what sports you played and if you were any good or not.
If you look back, it was really an over night thing, the whole social ladder always existed, but now it was clearly defined, and you were stuck in a box. That box had rules, rules you had to follow if you ever wanted to do anything. Then you became so used to it, you forgot to notice, you looked right past all of labels and stereotypes and just assumed everything about people by where they sat in the lunch room, what they wore, who they hung out with. That was who you became, you were a part of the group, so you joined in to it all, even without noticing. Then the game started, you played everyday, and probably spent hours just making sure you were good enough to stay in the group, you dressed like them, you read what they read and it all worked out most of the time.
But sometimes, you missed things; you forgot to check with people before you did something. Then it started to go downhill. You overcompensated and then people let you back in, even if they never let you live it down. No matter where you were the game continued. On the ski hill, at the game, whom you were with, it went on all the time. People who were your friends in grade school, were only still friends if they passed the test and were in your same group, if not, you just let the friendship die. If you ever hung out, things were cool, but you had to act like I never happened the next day.
You might be saying it’s not like that, sure it happens but I wasn’t like that. But I bet you were. You want proof; ask people you still know that may have been in a different social group what they really thought of you. Or remember what you thought of them, when they passed you in the halls, when you saw them out at the mall, or anywhere else at all. Think about the times when you just sat around and gossiped about who wore that, or what someone did over the weekend. It was that bad, and probably worse now.
But that is how it goes. It stats out small and then takes over your whole life. You become so ingrained in trying to be something your not, you don’t even notice when you hurt people and how your lifestyle makes you appear to others.
I think the problem started back in the day, when we were kids, we missed some life lessons somewhere along the line. We missed out on seeing that who we are, is exactly how we were meant to be. Before it all became about what others thought, that is where you need to find your self worth. In knowing all about yourself, and really paying attention to those that cared about you, and what they have to say about you.
Here is what I have to say, first to the ladies, cause chivalry will work, if you girls give us a chance to be nice out of the goodness of our hearts, and not assume we want to just make out or other things of that nature. So yeah first off, I wish you knew how beautiful you are. No matter what. Someone, somewhere thinks you are an angel. That person, is always God first, mostly cause he was the craftsman, but also cause he loves you so deeply. Now here is a little thing about beauty, I am not talking magazine cover, airbrushed, fake and prissy type beauty. I am talking about the kind that starts in your soul and radiates out to your skin. The kind that lights up your face when you smile, when you laugh and that little twinkle in your eye reserved for something special. This beauty is held deep in the heart of everyone, some people just found a way to tap into it. This beauty also comes out when you cry, when you sleep, and in the times when you are free from all that is around you. I have been told every girl longs for prince charming and to be told they are beautiful. But I see so many girls settle for so much less it kills me, so here I will set out to tell you at least when I think you are beautiful. When you smile, when you cry, when you giggle, when you get embarrassed, the way you walk, talk, and the way you move. When you take way too long to get ready for us, when you let us see you right after you wake up. In scrub mode, when your sick, when your tired, when you fall into our arms and feel safe, the way you move your hair, and mainly when you let your guard down and let us see your soul.
But in the end that is just me, and I have yet to be any kind of royalty that I know of. Hopefully I will be someday, for one lucky lady. I just wish I had the secret for everybody, but so many of these girls just settle for the best thing that comes along. Granted for some people it works, but even then, they long for something better. I wish I could show you better off, I wish you would see that down the line some guy will be there to see you for the angel you really are. I wish you could see that guy who is always there for you, or just watches you and prays for the better. That and knowing somewhere somebody is just waiting for the opportunity to make your life a little slice of heaven.
Here is where I get confused every girl wants better and just lives their life to satisfy that part of them that need so know someone thinks your beautiful. Knock it off. You never give us good kids a chance to get in there and be your friend, then show you how you should be treated. I wish I could show every girl that they are wanted, for more then the tan of their body or the way they dress, that they are wanted for their heart, and they way you make a guy feel when he is with you. There is one little secret us guys have, we love to have your near us, cause deep down it fulfills part of the reason we are here, to protect, to love, to have and to hold the one that makes us wish for more hours in the day so we could just stand in awe of who you make us, and the way we want to become for you.
That is what you need to hope for, and to wait for, sure it might kill you, but in the end, what you have to offer to your prince will be so rewarding he won’t know how to thank you. But somewhere, it all gets lost in the process of growing up. And in everything that you see and are told to be on a daily basis. I wish that could change, but too much of this world is obsessed with physical beauty, mostly because they don’t know a better way. This sucks for sure.
So if you hear nothing else from this tirade, hear this,
you are Beautiful,
just the way God made you And if someone can’t see that, they are not worth your time. Trust me. You have the power to change the world around you, just by being a bit different from
everything that surrounds you. No it won’t be easy, but nothing worth doing should be. The beauty you possess is like the sun rising on freshly fallen snow,
white and glistening, with nothing to hide, just a showcase of all that makes you how you were made to be. Simply put, you were made beautiful. Now the story is up to you, write well young angel, this is your legacy to those that follow in your footsteps
About that time, you found out about being cool, and popular and all the things that went along with being on the “inside? of whatever was going on. You had to be cool, have the latest fashion and look like a magazine cover. That or get made fun of, get picked on behind your back by people you called friends. Then you started making enemies, you lost sight of the simplicity of life. Now it existed outside of who you were. It was what you wore, whom you associated with, what sports you played and if you were any good or not.
If you look back, it was really an over night thing, the whole social ladder always existed, but now it was clearly defined, and you were stuck in a box. That box had rules, rules you had to follow if you ever wanted to do anything. Then you became so used to it, you forgot to notice, you looked right past all of labels and stereotypes and just assumed everything about people by where they sat in the lunch room, what they wore, who they hung out with. That was who you became, you were a part of the group, so you joined in to it all, even without noticing. Then the game started, you played everyday, and probably spent hours just making sure you were good enough to stay in the group, you dressed like them, you read what they read and it all worked out most of the time.
But sometimes, you missed things; you forgot to check with people before you did something. Then it started to go downhill. You overcompensated and then people let you back in, even if they never let you live it down. No matter where you were the game continued. On the ski hill, at the game, whom you were with, it went on all the time. People who were your friends in grade school, were only still friends if they passed the test and were in your same group, if not, you just let the friendship die. If you ever hung out, things were cool, but you had to act like I never happened the next day.
You might be saying it’s not like that, sure it happens but I wasn’t like that. But I bet you were. You want proof; ask people you still know that may have been in a different social group what they really thought of you. Or remember what you thought of them, when they passed you in the halls, when you saw them out at the mall, or anywhere else at all. Think about the times when you just sat around and gossiped about who wore that, or what someone did over the weekend. It was that bad, and probably worse now.
But that is how it goes. It stats out small and then takes over your whole life. You become so ingrained in trying to be something your not, you don’t even notice when you hurt people and how your lifestyle makes you appear to others.
I think the problem started back in the day, when we were kids, we missed some life lessons somewhere along the line. We missed out on seeing that who we are, is exactly how we were meant to be. Before it all became about what others thought, that is where you need to find your self worth. In knowing all about yourself, and really paying attention to those that cared about you, and what they have to say about you.
Here is what I have to say, first to the ladies, cause chivalry will work, if you girls give us a chance to be nice out of the goodness of our hearts, and not assume we want to just make out or other things of that nature. So yeah first off, I wish you knew how beautiful you are. No matter what. Someone, somewhere thinks you are an angel. That person, is always God first, mostly cause he was the craftsman, but also cause he loves you so deeply. Now here is a little thing about beauty, I am not talking magazine cover, airbrushed, fake and prissy type beauty. I am talking about the kind that starts in your soul and radiates out to your skin. The kind that lights up your face when you smile, when you laugh and that little twinkle in your eye reserved for something special. This beauty is held deep in the heart of everyone, some people just found a way to tap into it. This beauty also comes out when you cry, when you sleep, and in the times when you are free from all that is around you. I have been told every girl longs for prince charming and to be told they are beautiful. But I see so many girls settle for so much less it kills me, so here I will set out to tell you at least when I think you are beautiful. When you smile, when you cry, when you giggle, when you get embarrassed, the way you walk, talk, and the way you move. When you take way too long to get ready for us, when you let us see you right after you wake up. In scrub mode, when your sick, when your tired, when you fall into our arms and feel safe, the way you move your hair, and mainly when you let your guard down and let us see your soul.
But in the end that is just me, and I have yet to be any kind of royalty that I know of. Hopefully I will be someday, for one lucky lady. I just wish I had the secret for everybody, but so many of these girls just settle for the best thing that comes along. Granted for some people it works, but even then, they long for something better. I wish I could show you better off, I wish you would see that down the line some guy will be there to see you for the angel you really are. I wish you could see that guy who is always there for you, or just watches you and prays for the better. That and knowing somewhere somebody is just waiting for the opportunity to make your life a little slice of heaven.
Here is where I get confused every girl wants better and just lives their life to satisfy that part of them that need so know someone thinks your beautiful. Knock it off. You never give us good kids a chance to get in there and be your friend, then show you how you should be treated. I wish I could show every girl that they are wanted, for more then the tan of their body or the way they dress, that they are wanted for their heart, and they way you make a guy feel when he is with you. There is one little secret us guys have, we love to have your near us, cause deep down it fulfills part of the reason we are here, to protect, to love, to have and to hold the one that makes us wish for more hours in the day so we could just stand in awe of who you make us, and the way we want to become for you.
That is what you need to hope for, and to wait for, sure it might kill you, but in the end, what you have to offer to your prince will be so rewarding he won’t know how to thank you. But somewhere, it all gets lost in the process of growing up. And in everything that you see and are told to be on a daily basis. I wish that could change, but too much of this world is obsessed with physical beauty, mostly because they don’t know a better way. This sucks for sure.
So if you hear nothing else from this tirade, hear this,
you are Beautiful,
just the way God made you And if someone can’t see that, they are not worth your time. Trust me. You have the power to change the world around you, just by being a bit different from
everything that surrounds you. No it won’t be easy, but nothing worth doing should be. The beauty you possess is like the sun rising on freshly fallen snow,white and glistening, with nothing to hide, just a showcase of all that makes you how you were made to be. Simply put, you were made beautiful. Now the story is up to you, write well young angel, this is your legacy to those that follow in your footsteps
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