I was reading an anonymous message board the other day.  I was taken aback by some of the comments that I saw posted. One lady was dying and her family got on her nerves so badly that she didn’t bother telling them she had 4 months to live. She said although young, she was at peace and had lived a full life.. She was tired and just ready to go. No fight…

Another woman said that she was going to kill herself if things didn’t start going well for her.. She said no matter how hard she tried things just refused to look up for her.

It’s amazing how we all just go through life unaware of others pain. Unaware of what others may be going through.  So many people live in  lonely hopeless places mentally.

I read another message board and quite a few dark skinned black women seemed to loathe their skin, they wanted to be light skin.. They felt opressed by their own skin complexion..

Then i read another board and there they had a few women who simply wanted to know how it felt to be beautiful.

All of these things kind of touched me. 

I remember when I was a teen I hung with this girl named Carmelita. She was very pretty. Long hair, bright brown eyes, brown skin and big boobies.. All the boys loved her.  When we went places all the boys always wanted to talk to her. None of them wanted to talk to me.  I remember telling her one day that I wish I was pretty just like her.  I’ve always had this fascination with beautiful things. Trees, flowers, colors, houses, cars, people, cities, clothes, macs, food. If it’s pretty I tend to like it.  Sometimes I look up at the sky and it’s so beautiful to me. Sometimes I wake up in the morning before I start writing and look at the top of the Palm trees outside swaying in the wind outside my window.. The soft, gentle power of the wind is beautiful to me.    I always wanted to be pretty just like all of these pretty things I love, so as a teenager I started praying to God to look like a Barbie..  Stacey Dash was the most beautiful. I wanted to look just like her..

Now that I’m an adult I laugh at what I used to pray about.. As I got older my looks did indeed change over time..  So when I see people who say they just want to be pretty I feel for them.  I could give them this whole long speech, but I don’t know… Loving yourself is hard when you don’t like what you see in the mirror…  What do you tell people who are going through these things?

The one thing in my life that I have learned is that anything is possible through the power of God. God gave everyone power over their lives.  you pray to him, your believe it and you want it just as bad as you want to breathe and somehow it happens..  This is my belief but someone would be quick to tell me that it’s all a crock of BS.   I would agree with them, but one thing that has happened time and time again is that I’ve wanted something to the point where I get this weird feeling and I get it.. It has happened several times… It’s the power of the Universe.  I would suggest anyone unhappy with any part of their life spend some time studying the laws of the Universe..  It will definitely help.

Where you are in your life right now is the sum total of your thoughts…   You are what you think you are…

I don’t know my point of writing this blog.. I think I really just wanted to tell people to be a little more aware that not everyone may be as happy as you are.. While you don’t want to take their pain and misery on if you can do something small to make another human smile then please do so.  Be kind to people. Encourage people, motivate people.  You make the world a better place by helping other people.. Sometimes people simply need a hug or a few kind words will go a long way.