Beware, Praise Beware

[LykMinds]

Credits:

SAMDAVE




Praise, the group you follow determines a lot about you. they would either make or mar you.

Do you need friends? Then choose wisely. Or you would be ruined foolishly.

Beware. Praise, beware, for this group with which you walk are leading you than the drain path.  You may not know this, but the friends you keep, and the friends you let keep you, determines how far you fall, how painful the fall is

and how well you may get up afterh  the fall.

True, I might have no idea about your background – about your life before now, but. . .Praise. . .have you been drugged before? Have your drinks ever been laced? Why walk down this path of ruin? Why sign a death warrant for yourself? Beware Praise, beware. Why try to fit in, when you know you don’t belong there? Why allow these friends you choose. . .oh! look. Look praise. Don’t you see the ditch before you?

Why ruin your life when you can build it?



So you need friends? Take a look. Yes, look around you. What do you see?

People, I guess.

A mixture of the good, the bad, and the ugly. Within these ones lies the friends you chose, and the friends you should have chosen. Listen  Praise, the true worth of friendship is not inherent in it’s quantity, but in it’s quality -  as regards what positive value that friend is adding to your life.

Praise. These friends you have chosen, what value have they added to your life? Do your values feel threatened when you’re with your friends? 

Beware Praise, beware for the devil craves after your innocence. Why sacrifice it to him on the altar of your friends blind reasoning? Think, Praise, Think. For thinking is humanity most unused gift. Will the friends you now keep lead you across the path to the life you want to live?

Will the day not come when you’ll  look back to this day, and wish you had chosen your friends wisely? And wish that you had listen to these words? Will the day not come, when you’ll curse the friends you kept? Curse the day you gained admission? Curse the day you met those friends?
Look, Praise listen, for you are trudging on a mine filled path.

Beware Praise, Beware for it’s a minefield on which you walk.


Among these people which you saw, are the friends, the companions, the compatriots you should have chosen. Look at them calling at to you. Still unable to see them? Just wait.  Stand by. Keep yourself. And they will come for you. They will find you. Likes attracts likes.

But first, cut off these ones. These friends, for they will ruin you. They would be used against you. This Praise, is not a threat. It’s an assurance. An assurance of a certainty. You don’t really have to believe that the sky is blue.

Three things determines a lot about your life:

You.

The friends you keep.

The friends that keep you.

The last two must all tick green with your personality. If your personality is green, and any of them is red, your personality. Your future. Your goals. And your dreams becomes red. Who are your friends, Praise? Who are they? Show them to me.

Do you think you’ll soar high, or sink low with them. Listen Praise, if you lie to me about this, you’re smart. But if you lie to yourself. If you deceive yourself about this, you’re a fool.


Beware Praise. Beware. These friends of yours that comes after you. Those friends of your friends that caresses you across your shoulders – at their own dictation. . .  What are they after? Are they interested in you, or your body?

Think, Praise Think. These are not the kind of friends you need. These are not the ones to surround yourself with. They are not the ones to listen to. Praise, these are not the ones to love. These ones don’t love, they lust. Beware Praise, Beware. Pull out of these ones. Your welfare lies below the foundation of their heart. Choose the right friends. Stand out.

Allow the right friends to choose you, and your life, your future, your dreams will be right.


Think Praise, Think. When with your friends, are you afraid they might pressure you into doing what you know is wrong? What shouldn’t be done. Are these ones your friends, praise? Beware, Praise Beware. For a word is enough for the wise.

You’ve read more than a word.

Pull out of these ones. Beware the friends you keep. Beware the friends you let keep you. or someday, when you are alone. Someday, on your deathbed, you’ll remember the words of this note. You’ll remember the day you read this note. You’ll remember this warning. This advice.  This plea to beware.


Someday when your life would be in  shambles.  When these friends have wrecked and battered you . That day when there would be no note for you to read. That day when there would be no one to console you. To advice you.  To warn you. That day, you will look back to this day - in pains. In brokenness of heart. In tears.  With biting of  the fingers. In regret, and wish you had followed the words of this note.

You would want to turn back the hands of time, but time would turn back your hands and warn you to beware. Because then, it would be too late for you . ..to beware.

Now that you have time,

Beware, Praise Beware.

[admin]

Well written piece you've there @sam .

[Sophie]

More like you calling me by name. Was it written for someone?

[Myola]

Why's the link not working?

[Whitrock]

Why's the link not working?

Seems it's working now. But is, who ever owns the site hasn't updated in a while.

@LykMinds did you write that?