Oh the joys of being humanA Poem by OnlymeTo be human is to know we are far from perfect. No one is better than anyone else. The only things that stands them different from us. Is how much money they earn, the type of home they live in. And the family background they came from. We are who we are. Good, bad or indifferent. It all depends on you. How you project your life as you live. And deal with others around you. If you grow up angry. You most properly turn to drink and drugs and other ways to escape from your hurts and pains, let alone upsets. And in return destroying yourself in the process. If you eventually don't see sense and try to heal the main thing that upsets you so to want to destroy you in the first place. We all come into this world one way and eventually all pass. Best just going with the flow of life and taking each day as it comes. And enjoy life best you can. And making the most of what you do and have and cherishing it. And not making yourself suffer by adding more pain to your woes with self indulgent vices. That with over uses might kill you. Oh the joys of being human. We all understand what it's like.
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