She Told Me
My mother once told me that life was what you made it
Those words sank into my skin and made me
Life is beautiful she would whisper to me
Those words stuck with me
Sometimes the worst things that happen in our lives will lead us to our destiny
They will put us on the path to the best things that will ever happen to us
This life is what you make it
No matter what you are going to mess up sometimes
The best part is you get to decide how you’re going to mess it up
Life isn’t just what you see
But instead is more of how you see it
Life is what you make it
So make it beautiful
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