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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358281" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>It Isn't About...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">During the days when the snow was two feet high outside, and<br>My mother baked bread every Sunday morning-<br>I became Pocahontas beneath the living room's card table and<br>I laughed with my father, as I sat upon his knee-<br>I hadn't a care in the world although<br>I played for hours in solitude-<br>However to me solitude was ecstasy and only I knew that<br>I wasn't truly alone- as<br>I was surrounded by all of my friends as we played-<br>Although these people only I could see and, <br>Their voices only I could hear-<br>Lost inside this world of my fantasies-<br>I couldn't have been more content-<br>Many people were and shall always be mistaken, <br>Believing that happiness is being born with many gifts about them-<br>Having everything to own for themselves- and<br>Having plenty of money and the means to travel all over the world around them.<br>I so truly believe that this is not what life is all about-<br>Being popular and rich, surrounded by luxuries, <br>Having a lot of money to spend and to live beneath a sky that never rains-<br>I was still quite young when I knew inside of the depths of my soul that<br>Life is not about money or material treasures- Life isn't about gold and diamonds-<br>Rain is what makes trees and flowers grow- and<br>True bliss and happiness comes from inside.<br>Nearly half a century has passed since<br>I was just a child playing with my imaginary circle of friends, though<br>I still hear the voices unheard by others and <br>I know that I am loved by many others but not by all-<br>But I have accepted the person I am inside, and<br>That has brought peace of mind surging from within.<br>The days of baking bread and sitting upon my father's knees are over and<br>I am a different sort of Pocahontas now- still hiding and finding<br>My own place amidst the loveliness and privacy of nature! <br>Life is not about superficiality of material wealth-<br>Life is about love of and being able to accept what is to be and<br>Ability to accept who we truly are inside and although nature is <br>Part of the world outside- it stimulates pure and natural splendor from <br>Inside of our spirits and from our souls-I have learned this lesson <br>From living my own life for more than half of a century now, from letting<br>Nature and assurance enter that door to my heart and <br>To inspire that special confidence and strength arising from within-</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Claudia+Krizay">Claudia Krizay</a><div class=q>
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