Slowly but surely
At the very end , it is not that bad. Through time, you learn to learn, to
see details that actually determines your life. To listen not only to
people, but what your heart constantly tells you and why.
To listen what the earth wants you to understand.
Things change, your perception changes, and you change based on the person
you want to be and that it. You learn that everybody is different, and that nobody is
you. That some may be better in other aspects, but you are unique.That you leave
traces of love and inspiration on others without them telling you. You realize that
what makes you beautiful is not the amount of mascara on your eyelashes or
makeup on your face, but the amount of love and peace in your heart.
And that is it,.. that is it how life is.
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