do good, they will still say something about you. do nothing, they will still say something.
what a world. people are people.
lately, i just realized that you can't just be good to those who are good to you, cause if you do, then you're being fair. (I got this thought during holy week days, while watching Passion of the Christ). God is soooo (not to mention) good, to everyone, even those who do, and say bad to Him. But He doesn't mind.
well, that's why i envy my mother's attitude. she's so kind!!!! very!!! the kind of kindness that you'd hate! or should i say, we, the family hates. yes, she. is. kind. but, people abused her kindness. we always have a say every time she starts letting some people ask a favor on her. she even sometimes prolonged this kind of attitude to the extent that it became endless. see? i can never be like that, i wish i can, but it's so hard on my part! sorry. limit's on.
there are days that I wish I have a God-like attitude. i always pray to be like Him, very humble, down to earth, everyone's hand/shoulder, very holy, name it, He is indeed the chosen One.
i'm not a good person, but i believe i am. i have my limits. i have my pride, my ego. i have a very long patience. i can be your friend, i'll do anything to be the best kind of friend you'll ever have. but i can also be on that bad side, the enemy, your worse kind of enemy. all my life, i never wanted to have that one. i can hate, but not to the point that i make fight.
here's to those who wasted/wastes/will waste their time on me: what have i done to you? did i push you to your limit? did i blow you away? or, you just don't like my existence? okay, i'm sorry. you can tell me if there's something i can do. just don't be rude. please. i can be nice, not the plastic version. just say. just let me know. don't splurge your time gossiping about me, i'm not a celebrity nor a famous individual. if you were in my shoes, i know you'd want the same way. aright? :)
love & kisses!
and, PS..
i pray to God that you, the man in that very formal email, the man who talks to me in a different line, and to the man who sat by my side and wrote down on a sheet of paper his favorite quote, to please ask. me. out.