A person knowing that I'm wrong, I'm evil without incurring repair and nurture yourself. To try to hide the others. That man will never progress any more. Despite how far the time passed, and he still can not progress.
Therefore, in any culture of the world, honesty, honesty has always been respected. A dishonest person with themselves, know themselves wrong but will not correct, how can progress? Although they have tried to cover up his mistakes go. But the mistake that if not corrected, it will forever be a mistake. Although he cleverly concealed, and errors which do not grow any more. But he can not progress because other people always have to hide, never live comfortable lives duoc.Mot so it sinks in fear, insecurity. Humans in the circumstances like other people have been paralyzed? People like, what work will be wrong and corrupt. Simple adversities happen to themselves and do not handle it, then will lead to unpredictable consequences later. Because that man himself has no coherence. They must use this part of the body to cover the other part. Then how soul and their intellectual development and normal activities? Over time, they will be distorted soul, distorted thinking. Therefore, they were wrong even more wrong. Until they beat themselves, their name was not listed then there is nothing more to hide at all.
Therefore, we were wrong, they must fix. We feel free and confident life with everything you have. Anyway, whether it flies, mosquitoes still have a place to live muscle that. Why we are human beings, is the most advanced animals do not dare to live out? Back to hide myself away part? Whether it is bad, then in the human world, the shortage of such bad people? The things I have to hesitate? Moreover, what not to use, no training, no experience in life, will increasingly come atrophy and damage. Therefore, part of our mistakes that we try to hide others will become increasingly more serious damage. Whom do so is not only not respect myself, but also self-harm myself very much. Be honest living and strong rise every minute, every second of life.
Author: Pham Thi Hoi
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