My Life, A Cocktail

My cover is probably weak and flailing. Torn at places, faded in others. But the wealth of knowledge and experiences inside of me are priceless. Do you have the courage and character in you to see past my cover and peep inside? Perhaps brush off the dust from my pages a bit and read and ponder over what I have to say?

In this world of the self centered, appreciation is hard to come by. But when it does, how does one take it? There is an evident joy when someone takes notice of the good side of you, no matter where it is coming from, how much he/she really knows you and how much you value the person’s perspective. Some are able to contain the happiness, some others show it off. I tend to brush it off and move on. The devil in me is always pointing out all the flaws I was born with, not get too high and trips me back to the ground. I guess I need to learn to celebrate myself a bit more, perhaps that’s yet another flaw. For now, the mantra is just that. Brush it off and move on.