My name is Karla and when I was born my name was almost going to be Yoko. There are times I wish I knew who I would have become if I were Yoko. Instead, I am Karla and I would not change it if I could. I write because it makes me happy. I'm not an expert but there is something special when people tell stories.You may or may not understand my poems, stories, or what I call segments of my life;I hope to inspire. Even if it's just a fragment of inspiration.
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
It was not a frog
"Don't give pearls to pigs" said a very close friend of mine. It seemed harsh and for a moment I looked at him like he was crazy. He said, that there are times that we give pearls to people that won't cherish them. A pig doesn't know the difference between a rock or a pearl. We want the pig/person to know the difference and cherish what we give. So if a relationship doesn't workout is probably because they could not tell the difference between a rock or a pearl. Many times we want to give and give but we get no response. We are stubborn as a mule. Next time just hold on to the pearls, until you know that person is ready to cherish and see the difference. Love just enough and when you are ready you will see how you will wow that pig. They will love your pearls, cherish, and understand they will make them their own valuable positions.
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