Thank You, My Pretty Ugly Days

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There is just this fertile place which allows us to thrive the ways we never thought of. And there is also this place so barren, arid and dark, where we always have to struggle so as to survive.

I always loved the former. It gives me comfort and ease. But I'm stuck in the latter. Should I crumble and rant?

No, I can only hope that rain will one day shower the land. That my roots will soon be watered and that I will grow, bloom and bear fruits in the land; for I am still in faith that I was planted there for a reason... for a purpose yet to unravel before my eyes.

I can only hope. I can only hope. 

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