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This is a happy post.

Imagine you’re the kind of person that rarely gets put down; Happy-go-lucky and always looking on the happier side of life.  You have hard days but your optimism always gets you through them someway or somehow, everyone comes to you when they are looking for a smiling face…until this thing happens.
It could be a person or a circumstance or a season or anything really under the sun or above, but something that just won’t go away. It’s like it has been sent to prove to you and the world at large that you’re not really who you think you are or claim to be. It lasts longer than it should, requires you to work way harder than you should, drains your effort till even “even a chicken could kill you if it wanted”, it discourages you more than you have ever been discouraged, and just smothers all the light in you, till the darkness is so intense you can’t see straight. You suffocate and start to doubt your very own beliefs.

Stop.

Don’t try too hard.

The thing about life is that it’s not only a leveling ground but an incorruptible sieve. Things like this can only last for so long. And someone can only fake something for some long. Some things, you’re just born with, you either got it or you don’t, and try as hard as you might to gain or lose it, it’s either  yours or it isn’t. Many phonies will come, but they’ll also go. You’re not one of those (and if you are, then this post ain’t for youJ), but you’re here for the long haul mate! So dear person with the real deal; the genuine goods; the ‘IT’ factor, sit back, relax and watch as life plays itself out. It’s bigger than any of us. Be sure to enjoy yourself while you’re at it too, cos in the end, what’s meant to be will be.

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