As much as we dreamt of riding unicorns, we wanted to reach the impossible. We wanted our footsteps to be congruent to perfection.
Brave soul, bear this in mind, excellence only grows on a heavily plowed field— an undiscovered land that was once full of weeds but prospered due to hard work and tireless planting of seeds.
No matter how the storm swirling inside stops you from going out of that empty cage, take courage.
You are being plowed right now for a reason.
You are a gorgeous mess for a reason.
These hardships will soon bear fruits.
Fruits that are sweet and lasting.
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Brave Soul
PoetryThose monsters scream at your doorstep during the awakening of storms and although the sun shines once more, some of them enjoyed their stay- they never left. *** This book is primarily consolidated in order to encourage every soul to fight back aga...