BrOmAnCe….

Today, I realised that people are not perfect, I understand that mistakes are part of life. I have done many mistakes and that makes me human so why should I judge others by their insecurities and infidelities. I guess some people learn from their great transgressions and death is their sign of change. 

My family is not a perfect kin but we are trying our utmost best to resolve our issues, if I may put it in a religious way, we are spiritually grooming each other through learning from our blunders. I had horrible fights with my eldest brother, I always judged him; I was trying to make him a person he will never ‘THE IDEAL BROTHER’. I learnt that you can’t choose the family you have but you can just make the best of it by accepting one another, swiftly, the grace of the Lord will flow in our hearts.

I am so not perfect I make mistakes that I am not proud of… If I could confess my faults some of the people who know me would die in front of Time Square and others would laugh but love me anyway. I guess pride doesn’t not go hand in hand with spirituality, I think it’s a gasper driving your soul away. I had pride and I am ashamed of that, the only thing I should do is to repair my soul.

May God bless each of you…

The Skinniest Scientist-Ever, signing out.

P.S. We are all special and God loves whether or not we have flaws. Remember, mix a smile + a skinny person = AWESOMENESS.
’LOL, love Life’