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Life Lessons from the Ugly Duckling

Dear world.


I cursed myself for being an ugly duckling - until one fine day, I discovered I was a swan.

Lesson 1 : FAITH. I didn't lose my way - rather, a journey to a better destination began.


I yearned for their eyes, their wings, their feet - oblivious to my own grace and charm.

Lesson 2 : SELF-WORTH. Their contempt and sneer certainly hurt; but my self-loathing did me the greatest harm.


"You're such a misfit amidst the ducks." I chided myself until my fellow swans came along.

Lesson 3 : ACCEPTANCE. I needed to be no different- around the right people, just the way I was, I would feel, "here do I belong."


"You're 'ugly'. You can't be one among us." they snapped, when I wept, "Please, will you be a friend of mine?"

Lesson 4 : KINDNESS. Be not too quick to judge, O Sun! When her time arrives, the gentle Moon too will shine.


The very eyes that threw me sneering glances, would one day shower me with many an envious stare

Lesson 5 : PATIENCE. I'm proud I held on during tough times - life had huge blessings in store, of which I was totally unaware.


I've been showered with so much abundance, that I now know not to whine or complain.

Lesson 6 : GOD. Won't He, who wiped a duckling's tears, send showers of blessings to wash away all your pain?

Won't He, who wiped a duckling's tears, send showers of blessings to wash away all your pain?

Love, 

The Ugly Duckling.



The Tranquill Poet 🤍

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