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What others do to me.

This is not in a poem form, but an important message.

When someone hurts me, I gave the reason,
When someone loves me, this is the answer for my behavior.
When someone corrects me, I showed ignorance,
Whatever others do to me, I gave the reason for all.

Can I blame anyone?

No! I can bless and love them with the love of God,
Because everything was necessary to bring out what I am today.

When someone gives me happiness, I can rejoice.
I made him/her happy first.

All happens, because what I see in others, it is in me.
They are mirroring back my hidden ways. If I like it,
good, I can be happy, if not, I have to look into myself
and stop doing those things and the people who
played out those ways will disappear from my life.
There was one time an artifact, a big stone statue,
which had many little statue inside, or the Russian
wooden doll, which has a smaller look alike inside,
that one has a smaller and so on are the good examples.
The meaning is that there are many voices within the one.
We are each of us a separate world. Each individual
is a center with all those people who are in our surroundings.

This is why there are famous sayings, such as, birds of
a feather and people of their friends show who they are.
Who is the nearest plays out for us what we have
inside the most. Sometimes it looks bad, how can us
have that trade in us? However once we know this truth,
it is easier to decide if we want to be like them or not.

Sometimes, someone comes along and show my
'good' side, sometimes the 'bad'. It is my free will to
choose which side I keep in my personality. Once I
choose the trade I disapproved, those people who played
it out will disappear, and the one who have similar
habits, stays.

When parents cannot teach the child anymore and the
child cannot teach the parents that is the time they
go out of each others life. This is the reason for
divorce or one dies. Long time ago couples stayed
together because of the society rules, but neither
of them was happy, they just suffered in all their
life or one of them, the weaker died.

This is how the world goes around, however we have
to know, that everybody is on the way of salvation
toward real peace and real happiness, only we cannot
see it in this moment.

This is the law of life.

poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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