48. Olga's Life Lessons

I, as an imperfect human being,
Have to admit that I have learned
A plentiful amount in my brief fifteen
Years of living.

And, I must admit, I do not always
Learn from my mistakes,
As one should; Truth is,
It's easier said than done.

Olga's life lessons:

Be careful about who you trust
They just might turn against you
Distinguish between love and lust
They're polar opposites after all

Never worry about not being good enough
For someone else; remember that you always are
Keep your head up even when times are tough
Forgive yourself and I promise you'll go far

Allow yourself to be an idiot sometimes
Nobody is even close to perfect, after all
Not every moment in life is going to be fun time...
Learn from your mistakes and move on

Yes, you are responsible for your actions
But your behaviour does not define who you are
What you're like will not guarantee others' satisfaction
Who cares? Be yourself and you'll be a star

We all screw up and put ourselves in a mess
That was unnecessary and surreal
It causes us to go through great distress...
And that, my friends, is difficult to forget

Though I am a hypocrite, giving others advice
When I, myself, have commited these foolish acts
I'm not very popular, I'm not always nice
Why should you listen to me?

I am alive, and I know what I'm here for
To find a place for myself in this world
Who would want anything more?
Than to exist, be loved, and see heaven...

Last but not least, I have to agree
That I create a big drama 'round my life
I just cannot help it, you see...
I'm a poet, that's who I am; That is me.

Things that should have been so simple to do
I exaggerate and beat myself up
I'm learning, I'm living, I don't have a clue...
What in the world God wants from me!!!

Got my family
Got my friends
Got my cats
What more could one want?

Than the recognition and respect that I deserve?

Life lesson 251: Life is unfair...
Damn right, nothing ever goes my way
But hey, check your pulse, you're still breathing!!!
You're a different person now than you were yesterday

Breathe in*
Breathe out*
Drown the volume,
Turn down the pout...

Life's not a drama
No trouble in paradise
I'm just being alive.

I'm just...

Being.

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