Remember Where You Come From
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It is sad just how quickly people forget who they are in the race to become who they want to be. We tend to be never satisfied with the person that we are at a particular moment in time, instead we devote time, money and energy into being the people the world assumes we should be.  While we are doing that we forget the true person that lies within us because we are to preoccupied with the worlds image on us. That is why you get people who will do anything to make sure that they come out on to at the expense of others. Where is the UBUNTU - HUMANITY/HUMANNESS in that? It is of no use to be the best at something when there is no one there to celebrate with you. 'You are who you are because of the people that surround you' this should be the lesson that everyone should learn earlier on in life. So surround yourself with people that will always keep you grounded no matter what happens in life, people who will help you to clean up your mess even when they get the urge to say 'I told you so'. Surround yourself with people who no matter the rain or storm they will always be there ready to open up their umbrella to you. Remember you are of no use to the people around you if always your main game is to wish to know just how much greener is the grass on the other side of the lawn.

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