26 definitions by 911111101010101
Some People
Some people are fake,
Some people are true.
Some respect only power,
Some respect me and you.
Some like to show off
And just seek attention.
Some people are humble,
Some don’t like a mention.
Some people they gossip,
Some express their opinion.
Some don’t keep commitments,
Others always keep promises.
Some criticize others,
They are so filled with hate.
Some admire other people
And tell them they’re great.
Some people act nice
With a hidden agenda.
Some people are helpful
To all.
So please be a person
Who is true to their word,
Who is humble and genuine
To all in this world.
Some people are fake,
Some people are true.
Some respect only power,
Some respect me and you.
Some like to show off
And just seek attention.
Some people are humble,
Some don’t like a mention.
Some people they gossip,
Some express their opinion.
Some don’t keep commitments,
Others always keep promises.
Some criticize others,
They are so filled with hate.
Some admire other people
And tell them they’re great.
Some people act nice
With a hidden agenda.
Some people are helpful
To all.
So please be a person
Who is true to their word,
Who is humble and genuine
To all in this world.
P1: People
by 911111101010101 March 25, 2019
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
by 911111101010101 March 25, 2019
Love is blind and love can be foolish. Our heart doesn’t always love the right people at the right time. Sometimes we hurt the ones that love us the most and sometimes we love the ones that don’t deserve our love at all.
by 911111101010101 March 25, 2019
Some people may not know whether the person they’re supporting has been clinically diagnosed with a mental health condition. Others will have recognised that something isn’t right and will be taking the first steps to getting a medical opinion. There are people that may have been supporting a friend or loved one for some time and working towards recovery.
by 911111101010101 March 25, 2019
by 911111101010101 March 25, 2019
Every human is guided by an inner compass that points toward the Light, revealing truth and direction amidst decisions. All human spiritual beliefs ultimately seek the Light in ways differing only in form and function.
by 911111101010101 March 29, 2019
No one knows what you have been through or what your pretty little eyes have seen, but I can reassure you ~ whatever you have conquered, it shines through your mind.
by 911111101010101 March 25, 2019