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Unappreciativeness

I am quite certain that nobody likes being unappreciated. We love being Na gode(ed) /ese(d)/ Nde ewo(d). Simply put, we love being thanked. However, most of us are quilty of failing to appreciate the most beautiful things oflife.
   We fail to appreciate the trees who give us oxygen, the roadside cleaners who keep our streets clean just to mention a few. You see, no matter how irrelevant a person may be, he/she needs to be appreciated.
 If you think you're not guilty of being unappreciative I want us to consider a few examples. First, there are those of us who do nothing but yell and complain at everything. Nothing unappreciative about that? Well, think about a child born dumb, unable to speak then think of those who can but not intelligibly. The majority of these people will do anything just to speak yet some of us do not appreciate this gift.
  I hear tons of complaints everyday from youths who nag about not having the latest shoes, they forget that there are people who do not even have legs to wear shoes on yet they do not complain about being unfortunate.
  Let me conclude by saying that I well know that we are imperfect humans who make mistakes but it is necessary to try and control our imperfections. So, appreciate someone, a bus driver, pepper seller or even a cleaner, it matters a whole lot!


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