I have no time for people who wallow in pity. I have no sympathy for those who seek it. I don't want your sympathy, thank you very much, and don't expect me to return the unasked for favour.
There are some people who keep complaining. All the time. Every day of their lives. But the tried and tested martyr act is, at the end of the day, just that -- an act. Crocodile tears that drop off self-pity-filled eyes, seeking sympathy.
But sympathy is the most useless feeling in the world. Worthy of scorn almost. It doesn't encourage you to hope. It doesn't push you to get off your butt and find happiness. In the guise of a safety belt, it pushes you further into the danger zone, making you shed more of those false tears till the line between true and false blurs, and the false tears are mistaken for real ones.
It can always be worse. Always always. And it's never that bad. Ditches on the road can always be fixed. Or avoided.
There's no problem so big that it can't be run away from. (-- paraphrasing Richard Bach)
Keep moving. There's no such thing as a STOP sign.
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The Bridge Across Forever ??
or Jonathan Livingstone Seagull ?
that bad?!
"There are some people who keep complaining."
ummmm.....ahem...is that someone u r referring to..?????
No STOP signs....aaye aaye!!!
@ WIAN?
'Illusions' -- most likely.
@ Coffee
Something like that. ;)
@ Moo
Is that someone I'm referring to? Yes.
Is that someone you know? No.
Problems are not stop signs, they're guidelines.
Robert Schuler.
@ Thank You Notes
That's a nice one. Thanks :)
oo nice. i hate ppl asking for pity and dont want any myself. really. its like that quote i put up on my blog the other day!
Yes.. that quote was a kickass one. I loved it.
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