Ever since I was a child, I felt nothing of me that filled the gap that my curiosity had made in my lines. I felt it bad for me and doubted myself. I thought it was all nothing and just made it a secret that I forbid so my life won't be told forever. Fear and disappointed courted my heart and later became its lover. They fooled and separated me from my happiness, and wrinkled my soul.
Time helped me. It taught me things that later became my weapon to become aggressive against circumstances that bullied my dignity and disposition about my tomorrow. Judgements which I thought was all pure and undoubtedly true but somehow falsified my whole definition, and my belief became bunch of lies. Time gave life to my curiosity that died long ago when I decided to devote myself to silence.
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Non-FictionOur failures do not dictate what we can be. They remind us who we are, as a believer of ourself, as a broken however strong warrior, and as a rescue of our own will. This is a compilation of my motivational true life write-ups. I wrote this to give...
