I am looking back over the pages of my life's
story. Some things I will pass over, pretend they aren't there. Some I
will read and re-read lovingly, the pages worn with care. Others I will
pause to quietly cry over; things I lost, things I said, people I miss.
The thing that you have to remember, when you re-read your life's story, is that as long as you have survived the bad times and rejoiced in the good, you have done well. It won't matter how many people read it, how many people "like" it, how much praise you have earned. What matters is that you were your own person, you survived what you had to and you have become someone you like, someone you admire. You have loved, more than you hated. You have given, more than you received. You are who you are and no one can take that from you.
The thing that you have to remember, when you re-read your life's story, is that as long as you have survived the bad times and rejoiced in the good, you have done well. It won't matter how many people read it, how many people "like" it, how much praise you have earned. What matters is that you were your own person, you survived what you had to and you have become someone you like, someone you admire. You have loved, more than you hated. You have given, more than you received. You are who you are and no one can take that from you.
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