My mom love to cook beans, but before she cooks the beans, she picks the bad and useless beans and throw them at the backyard whilst she cook the good beans. But when it rains, the bad beans becomes seed and grows up and looks beautiful. The same person who threw them away start to harvest them. She realises that the beans she threw away has VALUE. Don't cry when people THROW you at the BACKYARD, don't cry when people REJECT you, don't cry while they are LOOKING DOWN on you. The RAIN is coming and the same people who are REJECTING you today will beg to HARVEST you tomorrow.
My mom love to cook beans, but before she cooks the beans, she picks the bad and useless beans and throw them at the backyard whilst she cook the good beans. But when it rains, the bad beans becomes seed and grows up and looks beautiful. The same person who threw them away start to harvest them. She realises that the beans she threw away has VALUE. Don't cry when people THROW you at the BACKYARD, don't cry when people REJECT you, don't cry while they are LOOKING DOWN on you. The RAIN is coming and the same people who are REJECTING you today will beg to HARVEST you tomorrow.