Be A Purple Cow

“WRITERS used to make such wonderful pictures without all that swearing, all that cursing. And, now it seems that you can’t say three words without cursing. And I don’t think that’s right.” – Ernest Borgnine

YOU BLOCKED ME A LONG, LONG TIME AGO. But why? Why are you still lingering behind me?

Why do you keep following me like my own shadow on the broad daylight?

Why do you always love what and who I love?

Why do you still care to browse my page and get hurt in the process?

Why do you love staying near me? Please stay away from me!

Why do you read everything I have to write when you winced painfully afterwards? Please don’t put your good nose on it.

Why don’t you stay away from me and live the life that you want to? Do your own thing and be happy about it.

Why don’t you stop chasing?

Why do you love comparing yourself to me? What happiness you get from it?

Why don’t you water your own plants and stop looking at my garden?

Why don’t you keep your nose where your damn business is?

Why you have to worry within? That, life seems a long worry for you.

Why don’t you be a purple cow?

Why don’t you just sit on your rocking chair and think of the good things in life rather than lamenting on your previous relationship breakdown and uncertain future? Then, start swearing words in the wrong place.

Do you remember what Confucius said? “There is no need to talk about it. It is certain that you will die then lying in your grave for eternity; you can think whatever you want to think. Why bother me? I will be thinking in my grave; you will thinking in your grave.”

Hitler trigger the hatred in the minds of Germans with his many words while Martin Luther King Jr. inspired love in millions of people with his words. And, did you ever hear about what Mother Teresa said? “Kind words can be short and easy to speak but their echoes are truly endless.”

You cannot change the past. You cannot change the fact that you’ve once picked a stone and hit it so hard on your own head. You’ve inserted yourself in between people and when you felt being crushed in between them, you started swearing on the air. You cursed because of pain- the pain of beingย the OTHER WOMAN, then your hatred occupied all the spaces in your heart. Those moments you had were just borrowed ones.

Nothing stays in this wicked world- everything passes. So, please:

Don’t hold grudges. Try loving what Buddy Hackett had to say, “I’ve had a few arguments with people but I never carry a grudge. You know why? While you’re carrying a grudge, they’re out dancing.”

Don’t chase. What meant for you will always be yours, remember that always. Stop chasing the wind to stay alive.

Don’t curse. Those who pray for other’s downfall don’t usually notice that the ground they are standing at is slippery and it could lead them to their downfall.

Keep looking around. Try something else. Something new. Something different.

Fall in love. See the beauty in most of the people whom you meet halfway.

Don’t waste your time hating people. Hate is a useless feeling. It’s like the cold lakes of Armenia. The cold lakes in Norway.

Make yourself special. As Ian Wallace said, “Why are you trying so hard to fit when you were born to stand out? Be true to yourself. Love yourself. Make yourself special but not ordinary.

Be original. Don’t imitate. Original is worth more than just a copy.

Don’t worry about the people in your past. As the saying goes: “Don’t worry about the people in your past. There’s a reason why they didn’t make it to your future.

Be brutally and shamelessly honest with yourself. Think of the people you have permanently lost but without pain. If you can’t stop swearing that people will be miserable with their lives then, I’ll leave the swearing with you and I’ll just go out dancing and enjoy a happy life somewhere!

You know what? I never forced love. I let them go to hell and get burned out there! You should try it sometime.

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