what people pleasing looks like on the outside

Wow this is a lovely piece of land you must think, and yes it's is !

What do you do as a person who pleases people ? Well you learn to survive, by making yourself useful,to those in high places than you are .In doing so to stay alive and well gave yourself the meaning of your time .

Where do you draw the line ?
Is there a line ? 
Is there ever a good time to people please?

I am currently working on this land clearing it up in high hopes that when my time comes ,I will be ready.
Honestly it's not easy to always do it from a place of love .
When feelings of bitterness over crowds my mind , I think to myself this land owner is lucky enough to have someone so thoughtful as to make herself useful in this way .

Matter of fact is the bitterness is the manifestation of anger towards the self for not living your true purpose because well I fell in love with make bad choices,so now I'm in love with people pleasing which would be a leader factor to why ,I don't know what it's is I must to do to bridge the gap between living and surviving.

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