I love my parents and I love the way they have raised me,
I love the modest school in which I was educated than the more prestigious institute, I have ended up with a Masters degree.
I love my family and I love my friends
I love the fact that I could earn my keeping
I love the reckless confidence that I can survive any hurdle of my life …
I love it when I realize that I have family and friends who care for me.
So In all, I love "what I am" …
There was a time when I had to meet people who made me pin about what I am not.
“what I am” was not enough for “what I am not”.
It made me think that I am not beautiful enough,
I am not rich enough
I am not honorable enough
I am not honest enough
I am not generous enough
I am not lucky enough
I am not worthy enough
I am not happy enough …
While realizing all this I forgot to appreciate “What I am” and crying over “What I am not”
People who always sneered for "what I am not" could never accept me for "what I am" .
But they had been instrumental in making me see that “what I am” is the reason which keeps me going .
If they want to define me for what I am not then it is their problem but not mine 