My nots

Have you ever noticed that everyone always acknowledges have.

They give thanks for all they have.

None ever speaks about the word not in good way.

Well, today I am going to appreciate all my nots.

I'm glad not sick.

I'm esstatic that I'm not deceased.

I'm not incarcerated.

I'm not poor.

I'm not broken.

I'm not lonely.

I'm not depressed.

I'm not bitter.

I'm not  cold.

I'm not in bondage.

I'm not out of options.

I'm not weary.

I'm not depleted.

I'm not in lack.

I'm not defeated.

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HLH© 5/4/22

Flawed

 

Nobody's perfect.

We all have blemishes.

We are all tarnished works of art.

We all fall short somewhere.

We're not always organized.

We all get discombobulated and out of sorts.

We all are all works in progress working toward progress.

No one has all the answer regardless of what they say.

The only goal we should strive toward is being better than we were yesterday.

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No catch.

 

Everything's not a hustle.

Everything's not a scam. 

Everyone doesn't have a hidden agenda. 

Everything's not too good to be true. 

You've just grown accustomed to people taking advantage of you.

Some people are wicked. 

Some People are ornery.

Some people are mean.

Some people are really foul.

Some people are dishonest.

Some people are phoney.

However, their are many people who are not .

You can't go through life mistrusting everyone.

All you do is be cautious and make sure that you are one of the good ones.

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Not it

 

Don't take it personally.

It's not you.

It's them.

You mind them of a peace that's beyond their grasp.

That's why you iritate them so easily.

They look at themselves in mirror and do not like what they see.

They figure their better and comprehend why can continuously rise.

They can't phathome how easy it for you to not require external support.

That's why they lash out you.

That's why they mock.

That's why they brood.

That's why they sulk

That's why complain.

That's they roast you.

That's why they complain.

They want what you have.

They that inner glow.

They want your light.

They want desperately to know how continue to succeed in areas they fail especially after they have sabotage you and set you up to fail.

They are toured souls.

They spiritually dead.

They are love deficient. 

They keep desperately trying to fill void and wanting to see how an untainted life could be.

They want to just like you.

They want to be free.

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