世界上美丽的英文情满人间Love of Self

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Love of Self

When I was younger, I thought that to love one's self was vanity and not a virtuous trait. As I have grown old, that belief has passed away, as have so many others. There is a vast deviation between being vain and loving one's self.

We are all in this world together striving for more or less the same things. To contribute and have our lives count for some thing. to love and be loved, To laugh and yes, to cry.

We seek shelter, nourishment, a mate, warmth, clothing, family, friends; we seek approval, love and self-esteem. We are all imperfect. Often during our search we forget to simply enjoy what life is. We become so caught up in what could have been, what should be, what might be, that many of our todays are lost. let yesterday rest, live for today, hope and dream for your tomorrows

If there is some part of you that lessens your self-image, some part of you that prevents you from loving yourself, change it for only you can. Life is filled with things we have no control over, but ourselves, we can control. You are the clay, you are the sculptor and you have the ability to create a masterpiece. The shape and form are there. You have only to refine the work.

Is the task an easy one? No. There will be slips and flaws and you will be required to work and rework just as the sculptor must rework the clay before the piece is completed. Should the sculptor through out the piece condemning it as worthless because of a blemish or nick? Of course not, where then would all the world's treasures art be? I doubt we would have any. How many masterpieces do you think have been created in one fell swoop, a first effort compeletely successful without error, without change? Is it possible we fail to see that mankind is the most marvelous of all works of art? A living, continuous developing work of art.

How often have you heard the question” What is the human race coming to?” The answer, in my mind at least, is whatever we make it, for we are the weavers of tomorrow. You are a treasure, beyond price, one of a kind, irreplaceable. Not perfect but well on your way to being a masterpiece. Do not let your yesterdays hinder tomorrow's achievements.

Again I said to you that these words are merely feelings and thoughts, one person's outlook and subject to change with tomorrows setting sun, as I too continue to sculpt the lump of clay given to me at birth, called self.