When you finally get it

A time comes in your life when you finally get it... when in the midst of everything, you stop dead in your tracks and somewhere the voice inside your head cries out - ENOUGH! And you come to the realization that you deserve to be treated with love, kindness, sensitivity and respect and you won't settle for less.
And you learn that your body really is your temple to take care of.
You learn that anything worth achieving is worth working for and that wishing for something to happen is different from working toward making it happen.
You learn that negative feelings such as anger, envy and resentment must be understood and redirected or they will suffocate the life out of you and poison the universe that surrounds you.
You learn to admit when you are wrong and to build bridges instead of walls.
You learn to be thankful and to take comfort in many of the simple things we take for granted.
You awaken to the fact that you are not perfect and that not everyone will always love, appreciate or approve of who or what you are ... and that's OK. They are entitled to their own views and opinions.
You learn that people don't always say what they mean or mean what they say and that not everyone will always be there for you and that it is not always about you. And you learn that it is truly in giving that we receive.
It's all about the journey in life... What you may feel you lack in one regard, may be more than compensated for in another.
What you feel you lack in the present, may become one of your strengths in the future.
May you see your future as one filled with promise and possibility.
Learn to view everything as a worthwhile experience.
You acknowledge that you will not get off this planet alive so the memories you make & leave are all that matters.
“Every person passing through this life will unknowingly leave something and take something away. Most of this “something” cannot be seen or heard or numbered or scientifically detected or counted. It’s what we leave in the minds of other people and what they leave in ours. Memory. The census doesn’t count it. Nothing counts without it.” ― Robert Fulghum,  
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