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High hopes


Don't we all have high hopes?

But then people just lower them because they disappont us.

We try so hard as kids to make our parents happy but then you ingore what you want.

We think that our lives are for our parents but they are not.

Life is for us not them.

There is nothing wrong with making your parents happy but when it gets in the way of your happiness.

It is a problem.

We are in this world for our reasons.

We have to live our own lifes to be able see why are we here for.

We can't always be prefect and make others happy.

We need to be able to be ourselves  and make ourselves happy too.

So please realize that life isn't always easy or prefect.

We can't comparize ourselves to make others happy.

 

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