I’ve lived a good part of my life envying people. It was crazy back then you know, just wishing I could live their lives, wishing I could enjoy like they did, having low self-esteem. But all that ended a couple of years ago. The closest I’ve been to having low self-esteem of late, was yesterday, watching my in-laws do stuff, watching them behave fab! Anyway we were more fab in our own way.
I’ve seen that there’s no use envying some other person’s life.
Shet!
Whys?!
Everyone has problems. Yes it’s true I wish to live a better life but it doesn’t mean that I want to live in someone else’s shoes.
No, not Michael Jackson’s, not Obama’s and most definitely not Beyonce’s, but mine.
Everywhere and everyday people are hustling and struggling. I stay in my father’s house and complain about loads of stuff.
“Life is about helping people and not just helping yourself alone.”
I hope I remember this all my life. Because I am stingy. I always want for me, myself and I. I want to be rich and famous. I want the money. I want the wealth but I don’t want to sit down, I don’t want to spend the sleepless nights required, I don’t want to have to work so hard. This is why sometimes I hate myself.
Just remember to help others when you’re on your way up because you never know, someone who you should’ve helped may get up there before you and frustrate you, who’s still down there.
By M. Penutter
M. Penutter is a ghost. And this ghost will haunt you with it’s words.
