You never know the Roses you're growing in your garden will end up stabbing you with their thorns, you never know the pampering will one day turn into disgrace, you never know the water you feed them will turn into slush, you never know the sunny weather will turn into a thunderstorm.
You will never know what comes next to your way? But after every rain it leaves the traces of rainbow behind, All I want you to know is you have to rise back from the pitch darkness just like every other day the moon dies to let the sun live back once again. The sound of this world might feel like a cacophony but it's you to turn it into melancholy, I want you to know the good you give will come back to you one day. Do not let the ethical soul in you to vanish, keep your hawser tight. And remain who you're, A good person far better from the bad ones that destroys your peace. I want you to remember the intensity of a phony and detrimental society can be repellent but only if you be the Rebel. That day you'll see, it's only about the victory of being Good.
