what does it mean to like yourself???

We all have a mental picture of ourselves. it reflects our concept of the sort of person we think we are.if you have a healthy ''self like''.it simply means that you have a accepted yourself. it does not mean that you are puffed up with  self importance. you make no false claims. rather you accept yourself with your faults as well as your strengths and you feel you deserve the respect of others.you realize that you goof from time to time, but you feel secure in what you can do. you have learned  to build on your strengths and to compensate for your weakness. what you have been unable to change you have learned to live with . you are sincere and open.you can accept yourself as a worthwhile individual....

HERE I AM....

no sweet kisses from the sun, even a single streak of light i could see no more,i stumbled,i cried.Tears sweet kisses from the sun , even a single streak of light i could see no more i stumbled.i cried.tears flooded from the hidden room of turmoil.Yes here i am waiting for your embrace.Here i am destined to be the victim of a sweet tragedy;yet painted with invisible colors of the rainbow,covering my enormous disappointment.life can never be fair what am i going to do?i am still a prisoner through i wanted to bring back our lost love.but i have to bid goodbye , farewell'''''farewell''i kissed goodbye to the soft embrace of the sky , through the silence echoed in my heart , for i still the seeker of the mirrored thoughts at last i already found my self...here i am again talking to my self being alone and i want to see u soon.

i saw him....

i saw him once on a big crowd trying to say a little thing asking for a single  word begging for nothing but love to this simple woman whom he once called a ''friend. I saw him before on a busy street trying to chase for a word lingering for her beautiful smile waiting for sweet  to this simple woman whom he once called ''his life''. I saw him near on the shadow of gash suffering at the predicable wound  of failure a jailbird of his own emotion i tried to lend him my hands.but no where to hear me,no more.how can i see him?deeply sleepy no more words for me,no more emotion. i saw him again on a cold evening staring at the countless stars with  teardrops nowhere to drop on the misty ground his unfazed melancholy covered his vicissitudes along the stolid eve.now i see him deeply sleeping no more words for me no more tears, no more emotion through all the things you have shared to me i told my self you are very special to me...