Just a Thought.

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You see this guy’s blasphemous art and you sheepishly say: “What’s wrong with his art?”

I don’t know if you will still be able to say the exact same words with the exact same gesture, if some brilliant artist will use the image of your father or brother or mother or sister in the same “artistic” manner. I hope you can still say: “What’s wrong with his art?”. If you could, if you would, only then, will I have to hear your intelligent opinion.

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You said to yourself, that girl is so lazy as you retreat to your computer with “Facebook” on the screen. You said to yourself, that girl is such a social climber as you thumb through your overdue credit card bills. You said to yourself, that girl is so irresponsible as you sign in to work an hour late.

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When was the last time you talked to a friend? A while a go? When was the last time you listened to a friend? Now, did that make a difference? Absolutely.

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You’re having a bad day. You can’t seem to find your favorite shirt. You’re running late. You haven’t had breakfast. When you arrived in your workplace you were throwing a fit. You snapped at Mary – the girl next to you – thinking she’s so inconsiderate. She smiled at you and sincerely apologized. You kept quiet not satisfied with the gesture.

By the way, Mary’s mother just died.

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When will you realize that NOT everything is about you?

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