What does it mean to be self confident
What does it mean to be self confident
Self-confidence doesn’t mean stopping your walk when someone who is showing you the way ahead of you gets out of your way. It is not to stand where you have been left until He comes before you and shows you the way.
It is to keep going, thanking the one who set you on the path, gaining new strength and hope for yourself. Everyone who started you on the journey will achieve you.
Self-confidence is not about thinking that when someone you rely on, whom you have taken care of, and whom you live with, moves away from you, and ends your life there. It is to gain strength in finding one’s own strength to rely on oneself to be one’s own medicine!
Self-confidence is when we lose the one who yesterday said “I am for you, I will live for you, you will be nothing while I am alive, don’t worry without thinking while I am alive” we see; not to return to being eaten, to dying, to being separated from life, to viewing loneliness as an enemy, to tormenting ourselves.
It is to understand that we have the power to attract the one who has left us, the love of man, the one who has left us, the one who plays for laughter.
Self-confidence doesn’t mean you won’t get lost, you won’t get sick, you won’t cry when you’re broken, you won’t be treated for injury.
Self-confidence is to walk with a disability and reach your heart, to be blind, to use your mind, to be healthy, to rely on your own strength.
In any case, it is caring for yourself, not for another body.
Self-confidence does not mean losing those you love and losing the hope of living there; if I live, it is to show myself that there is love and those who love. It is to use the power within us, the sense of humanity given to us.
Self-confidence doesn’t mean “I can’t live without circumstances”, it means being able to create circumstances. Do you sleep without waking up?
It is a human saint. He who understands sees far away, leaves behind and sees inside. Even he leaves the superficial example, showing you the inner distance.
I often like it because I don’t know, people who are a little “mentally ill” and people who are “I’m healthy”
I like to stand by the refugees, sit with them, and, no matter how strong, watch their fate from a distance. I am also interested in listening to what they are saying to themselves.
But I don’t always find it comfortable.
My father used to; He has a home for a donkey and a dog. Both of them have a great history to remember as a family.
The donkey is our home, especially for someone who stands up and is loaded. I kidnap someone else. I will never be caught by a man who said I am. The swelling is not breathtaking.
One bar; he had been wrestling with the wolf at night and came home by himself at midnight. When we went upstairs and closed the gate, we heard him screaming from the gate. He made us think he was a prophet. Then he feels sorry for me among our cattle. It’s a cold. I don’t know how much burden yoi put on it to go slowly.
So is one of our dogs. He never touches the food given to him by a stranger. When he sees a family coming out, he jumps up on his forehead and welcomes them as human beings. I’m not told to sit down. Not humans, not foreign animals will enter our gates.
Did you see it? Horin knows the inside of man. My father, “compares a dog to a heartless man. “They both, know the inside of a man,” he says. The stone is a rush. She’s going to insult,” he says.
They always hear the words. He spreads his hands and looks for something on the ground. It’s long. The appearance of the city. His hair is clumped together with dirt. So is his dress.
He has abandoned his natural form. On the first day he went to the marketplace and bought something from me. He doesn’t speak. He takes what he wants and leaves the money there. There he met me. It comes straight to me. They buy it without me. I wanted to investigate this man’s background. And who knows him. One day I saw him on the street throwing stones at someone.
I approached him slowly, wondering if Afachu would squeeze me too. When he saw me, he turned around and spread his hands like someone looking for something. I got off the back.
‘Do you know this man? Who does he buy stuff for? I asked a man sitting there making fun of him. “If he gets Tambo and vodka, he will be sent. He will not make a mistake in what he is sent,” He said.
This man thought they were safe. He made me a customer at the marketplace. One day I sat and waited. He came, took the things he wanted and handed me money. Nan refused. He threw it away.
One came from behind.” He doesn’t like grace,” he told me. About this man refused to give my mind rest. I mean, the fact that I know is that many heartless people don’t touch anything. Their justice is different.
Soon our relationship grew stronger.
If he sees me, he will laugh. I can see the joy on his face. He called me to himself and began to sit me down. If he wanders in the sun like this, the ground will cover me instead. He really started to feel sorry for me. Problems, deficiencies; Or is it our humanity that has conned this man with his bad attitude?
I thought about a lot of things. He also eats the dry jima tree. He lies where he finds it. He also picks up banana shells and feeds them. I asked him if he would eat bread. He shook his head in agreement. I said come and took it and went home. I was devastated when I got home. I said maybe Najalaa will be bad. I couldn’t believe it.
I was glad to see him behind me when I got home. He sat there in the shade under the house. He ate and drank quietly and got up without saying anything.
If you are hungry anymore, come.
Don’t tell me I’m hungry. He went away. As I said, he started coming to me every day. He changed their clothes. He started hanging out with me at the market. My gut believed it was peaceful.
Position is knowing what to live for. It is having an unwavering identity in what they live for. It is not doubting what they have, but developing strong loyalty to it. It’s about succeeding.
Having an unwavering stance is an example for the weak attitudes around us. It is an honor and a greatness to stand firm in one’s position; maturity.

There is no doubt that you have a strong, literal, determination to lose what you believe in; if you have an unwavering love for hate, you will gain many intellectuals who will begin to give way to your position.
Appearance, nature. The Creator created every creature in its place, as in the differences of its character and actions, with its form. The nature of the true essence cannot be denied in any way; although possible, that’s not living with one’s real life.
First, live with yourself in order to be accepted by people and the circumstances around you. Don’t just think about your flaws, shortcomings and weaknesses.
When you are equally human, equally perfect, equally unable to imagine that everything is given to you by nature, there is a meaning you have never understood with your true identity.
If your appearance is far from wisdom, understanding, love, honor, knowledge, truth, your value is still small. I’ll throw you where you are and knock you down as I get up.
So is your attitude. It is your mind that makes you competitive in anything. For you, if you agree on your true identity, you have the power, the beauty, the symbolism that will attract and attract anyone.
When I was in elementary school, I was very fat. Many of them hate themselves. I am very concerned about the attitudes of those around me. To lose weight, I used to drink lemon every morning on an empty stomach.I think I have no attractive appearance. I hate myself. I wish I could stop going to school among the children every day. There was a huge burden on my life. I felt comfortable dressing, talking, and walking.
All of this, however, is the attitude I have adopted to look around me. Know; for me, my identity was not that we were living together, but that we were living in other people.
If only I were as red as ebelu, if only my lips were like hers, my eyes like hers, my posture, my clothes like ebelu!’ I wish I could. Gradually, as I grew in education, intelligence, character, special abilities, respect and love, I knew that I had what everyone wanted to have: a mind.
When I find myself like this, I start living with myself, I become beautiful with myself, I deny myself. I’m sorry for myself. When I say this, it is my true feeling.
I always enjoy what sets me apart from many others.
Be the same to yourself. When you start living with yourself, you start to feel sorry for yourself for your appearance, for everything that sets you apart from many others. You enjoy yourself.
It is a human saint. He who understands sees far away, leaves behind and sees inside. Even he leaves the superficial example, showing you the inner distance.
I often like it because I don’t know, people who are a little “mentally ill” and people who are “I’m healthy”
I like to stand by the refugees, sit with them, and, no matter how strong, watch their fate from a distance. I am also interested in listening to what they are saying to themselves.
But I don’t always find it comfortable.
My father used to; He has a home for a donkey and a dog. Both of them have a great history to remember as a family.
The donkey is our home, especially for someone who stands up and is loaded. I kidnap someone else. I will never be caught by a man who said I am. The swelling is not breathtaking.
One bar; he had been wrestling with the wolf at night and came home by himself at midnight. When we went upstairs and closed the gate, we heard him screaming from the gate. He made us think he was a prophet. Then he feels sorry for me among our cattle. It’s a cold. I don’t know how much burden yoi put on it to go slowly.
So is one of our dogs. He never touches the food given to him by a stranger. When he sees a family coming out, he jumps up on his forehead and welcomes them as human beings. I’m not told to sit down. Not humans, not foreign animals will enter our gates.
Did you see it? Horin knows the inside of man. My father, “compares a dog to a heartless man. “They both, know the inside of a man,” he says. The stone is a rush. She’s going to insult,” he says.
They always hear the words. He spreads his hands and looks for something on the ground. It’s long. The appearance of the city. His hair is clumped together with dirt. So is his dress.
He has abandoned his natural form. On the first day he went to the marketplace and bought something from me. He doesn’t speak. He takes what he wants and leaves the money there.
There he met me. It comes straight to me. They buy it without me. I wanted to investigate this man’s background. And who knows him. One day I saw him on the street throwing stones at someone.
I approached him slowly, wondering if Afachu would squeeze me too. When he saw me, he turned around and spread his hands like someone looking for something. I got off the back.
‘Do you know this man? Who does he buy stuff for? I asked a man sitting there making fun of him. “If he gets Tambo and vodka, he will be sent. He will not make a mistake in what he is sent,” He said.
This man thought they were safe. He made me a customer at the marketplace. One day I sat and waited. He came, took the things he wanted and handed me money. Nan refused. He threw it away. One came from behind.” He doesn’t like grace,” he told me. About this man refused to give my mind rest. I mean, the fact that I know is that many heartless people don’t touch anything. Their justice is different.
Soon our relationship grew stronger. If he sees me, he will laugh. I can see the joy on his face. He called me to himself and began to sit me down. If he wanders in the sun like this, the ground will cover me instead. He really started to feel sorry for me. Problems, deficiencies; Or is it our humanity that has conned this man with his bad attitude?
I thought about a lot of things. He also eats the dry jima tree. He lies where he finds it. He also picks up banana shells and feeds them. I asked him if he would eat bread. He shook his head in agreement. I said come and took it and went home. I was devastated when I got home. I said maybe Najalaa will be bad. I couldn’t believe it.
Ufff I got home and was glad to see him in the background. He sat there in the shade under the house. He ate and drank quietly and got up without saying anything.
If you are hungry anymore, come. Don’t tell me “I’m hungry,” He said. He went away. As I said, he started coming to me every day. He changed their clothes. He started hanging out with me at the market. My gut believed it was peaceful.