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I own my joy. The world didn't give it to me and the world can't take it way; and with joy, comes peace. I own my peace.
I own my happiness - I am very thankful for all that I have. No
matter how meager, I am content, therefore, I do not covet or envy what
someone else has.
I own my space and my right to (be) where ever I find myself. I
own a part of this world- as I sojourn through, occupying until I am
retrieved.
I own my uniqueness- my funky decor style and taste in furnishings
that don't match, but are esthetically soothing and comfortable. I own
my taste and style of clothing that is mostly classic, out dated or
trendless, but, nevertheless, attractive and purpose serving.
I own my personality type and right to be who I am - loving the
skin I'm in and knowing that someone having a problem with me is not my
problem, but, theirs.
I own my goals, hopes, dreams, and accomplishments, but, realize that without God, I can do nothing.
I own my creations from my imaginations, my infactuations, and
anticipations of situations that prompt conversations that lead to
speculation and hopefully appreciation of ...to be continued.
Continued... of individualizations of opinionations without negative orientations, but, feed on optimizations to improve people relations and communications of love and positive palpatations that help to relief sensations of constipation ..to be continued (Painting-World View, available at Noric Art & Wellness)
