Every day I get up from bed, I am happy.
I get another shot at this so-called life.
I drink my morning coffee at peace with a smile on my face, playing chess.
Then I go outside and see all the mean faces staring at me.
Intoxicated, high, obnoxious, mean people with no goals or ambitions.
They try to throw their insecurities on me.
Why should I let them? Why should I let their demons come between my peace and me?
Why should I curse at them, If I say some bad word at them, it is because I have this bad word in me?
I’m blind to these kinds of people, mental midgets. I do not see them.
Therefore, that is why I just smile at them and let them wonder what is wrong with me.