Hate or Happy

Tue, 01/28/2014 - 15:35 -- kamaria

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No one can say when.  No one can tell you exactly what or why.  We just know a change is coming.  One thing I hope that will change is the meanness of people.  We are so bitter.  No one can disagree without the other having hate in their eyes.  The air is filled with hate.  If we all spent a day with laughing, sharing non-judgemental jokes it will fill the air with humor instead of madness.  The more we laugh the better life would be but the more we hate one another the worse off we will be.  It seems that it takes allot say hello, how are you but it doesn't take allot to say mean things and distribute hate.  The smallest thing can make a person mad.  Why not turn it around and have the smallest thing make that person happy.  I remember once my mother saying she was fighting to live and others are fighting to die.  Is this the outcome of life.  We have no purpose on life so we destroy ourselves and try to take others with us.  I have a purpose.  I want to be happy.  I want to share my happiness.  I love to see others happy.  Please don't take my happiness away.

 

Kam

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