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I knew I was growing up when...

I knew I was growing up when I began to listen the lyrics not just the sounds.
When I decided to choose quality over quantity.
When for me, it wasn't about what he drives but what drives him.
When it wasn't about how long I've known someone but how well I knew them.
When I stopped caring about losing friends if I lose them for standing for what I believe in.
When I stopped thinking about what I can get but what I can give.
When I stopped expecting people to like me because I don't like everyone too.
When I began to do things for me not for everyone.
When I began to get involved in the things of God.
When I began to wish Nigeria well.
When I began to appreciate the little things I had because no matter how little I thought I had, I still had more than someone.
When I began to accept things I couldn't control.
I knew I was growing up when I decided to write this instead of just thinking it.


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Comments

Anonymous said…
Sweet!!
8:32 pm, July 01, 2015
Paul Newton said…
Pointismos....really impressive....a big clap to your maturity. Welcome to the big world. Nice dictions
9:46 pm, July 04, 2015
Anonymous said…
Contentment is really a good attitude to have
8:39 pm, July 07, 2015
Unknown said…
I knew i was growing up when i realized all that Gilters is not Gold. Nice write up! 👍👏
10:37 pm, July 12, 2015
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