like a bottle
“I am a bottle,
Sometimes red, sometimes blue,
I can be the every hue…
Sometimes tall, sometimes short,
You can see me with all sort.
Sometimes I am drunk,
Then you see that I stumble and fall;
Sometimes I just stand,
With nothing but a stall.
Sometimes I’m with a dirty little lad,
Along with my other friends;
Then we go to junkshop,
Where the junkman has become his friend.
Through the road we go,
Being thrown against a man;
Blood flowed through his head,
As we get smashed and landed on the ground.
Sometimes I float, With the water as it rise;
But sometimes I just sink For all the weight that’s inside.
When I broke, I can stay broken.
But if I wish, I can become whole again.
That’s me! I’m a bottle.
Definitely! I am…
We are like the bottle, having colors of different hues and different sizes. We have characteristics that each of us uniquely possess. But despite these differences, we still are bottles and that makes us one. And with that, we must become ONE. Sometimes we get broken as we experience tragic events in our lives. We fall, we broke. Too fragile, we cry. But as we broke, we take two choices. It’s either we stand and become whole again or we’ll just stay broken & get thrown to the dumpsite of shame.
Sometimes we are like the bottle in the stall, just plain, simple, waiting for someone to carry us on, staying put on one place, doing nothing but the same, old routine. We are afraid on exploring new things as we become contented with what we have or what we are today. We are afraid on going out to our shell though opportunities come our way.
Sometimes we’re like the bottle being carried by the dirty, little lad. We are stinky, we are dirty but that doesn’t mean we are trashes of the society. We became useful as to the junkman and a livelihood for the little lad. Sometimes even recycled and converted to a masterpiece of art. This just means that we must not judge someone by how we see him or her for a mean time. We don’t’ know what the future may bring. He may be a pest of the society but who knows!? He may have the most greatful heart someday. Everyone is given chances, to change or to be what we wanted to be. Judging someone physically or how we see him/her doesn’t prove one’s personality.
Sometimes we’re like the bottle being thrown to a man. We hurt someone by our words, actions or even perceptions about him. But in the end who was let lying torn in the ground. We are! With that, we must be careful in throwing words, actions, or even perceptions on someone. Remember that how we relate to others is what defines us. They become mirrors of ourselves. So the more we hurt, the more we get hurt.
Sometimes we’re like the bottle floating on top of the water and sometimes the one sinking at the bottom. We always take the weight of the world around us. We keep grudges, our pains and heartaches in life, not noticing we’re slowly sinking at the bottom. We’re stucked in the world of darkness, pains, sorrows, jealousy and hatred. But if we’ll just throw these weights away, we’ll manage to get on top again. The world will be a wonderful place to live in. We must learn to forgive our enemies and stop all our bad intentions to others. Let all the tragic events we experience serve as our stepping stones towards success. Continue living and enjoy the great opportunities life can bring.
That s life…LIKE A BOTTLE.
Sometimes red, sometimes blue,
I can be the every hue…
Sometimes tall, sometimes short,
You can see me with all sort.
Sometimes I am drunk,
Then you see that I stumble and fall;
Sometimes I just stand,
With nothing but a stall.
Sometimes I’m with a dirty little lad,
Along with my other friends;
Then we go to junkshop,
Where the junkman has become his friend.
Through the road we go,
Being thrown against a man;
Blood flowed through his head,
As we get smashed and landed on the ground.
Sometimes I float, With the water as it rise;
But sometimes I just sink For all the weight that’s inside.
When I broke, I can stay broken.
But if I wish, I can become whole again.
That’s me! I’m a bottle.
Definitely! I am…
We are like the bottle, having colors of different hues and different sizes. We have characteristics that each of us uniquely possess. But despite these differences, we still are bottles and that makes us one. And with that, we must become ONE. Sometimes we get broken as we experience tragic events in our lives. We fall, we broke. Too fragile, we cry. But as we broke, we take two choices. It’s either we stand and become whole again or we’ll just stay broken & get thrown to the dumpsite of shame.
Sometimes we are like the bottle in the stall, just plain, simple, waiting for someone to carry us on, staying put on one place, doing nothing but the same, old routine. We are afraid on exploring new things as we become contented with what we have or what we are today. We are afraid on going out to our shell though opportunities come our way.
Sometimes we’re like the bottle being carried by the dirty, little lad. We are stinky, we are dirty but that doesn’t mean we are trashes of the society. We became useful as to the junkman and a livelihood for the little lad. Sometimes even recycled and converted to a masterpiece of art. This just means that we must not judge someone by how we see him or her for a mean time. We don’t’ know what the future may bring. He may be a pest of the society but who knows!? He may have the most greatful heart someday. Everyone is given chances, to change or to be what we wanted to be. Judging someone physically or how we see him/her doesn’t prove one’s personality.
Sometimes we’re like the bottle being thrown to a man. We hurt someone by our words, actions or even perceptions about him. But in the end who was let lying torn in the ground. We are! With that, we must be careful in throwing words, actions, or even perceptions on someone. Remember that how we relate to others is what defines us. They become mirrors of ourselves. So the more we hurt, the more we get hurt.
Sometimes we’re like the bottle floating on top of the water and sometimes the one sinking at the bottom. We always take the weight of the world around us. We keep grudges, our pains and heartaches in life, not noticing we’re slowly sinking at the bottom. We’re stucked in the world of darkness, pains, sorrows, jealousy and hatred. But if we’ll just throw these weights away, we’ll manage to get on top again. The world will be a wonderful place to live in. We must learn to forgive our enemies and stop all our bad intentions to others. Let all the tragic events we experience serve as our stepping stones towards success. Continue living and enjoy the great opportunities life can bring.
That s life…LIKE A BOTTLE.
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