Diamond in the Dust
- LECTURAS 52
- Votos 2
- Partes 1
Concluida mié, jul 7, 2021
For long time, I believed that I could never be someone else. For long time, I didn't realize my potential, I didn't know what I am capable of, I didn't know that somewhere out there, there are people who are more worthy of my precious admiration, who are more worthy to be followed and imitated.
Because for long time, I was surrounded by people who don't believe in me too, people who can't see potential in me, people who have never taught me how to dream, people who have never taught me to achieve what I want no matter how big they are. I were with people who only expect from me, but never really believe of my potential and capabilities.
I have been like a diamond in the dust. A precious thing that is only covered of thick dirt waiting to be found in the middle of nothingness. Will someone pick me up and put me in the right place? Or the Sun will just shine brightly enough and will cast its light upon me, so that I can shine too, so that I can find the light that these dusts dim inside me?
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