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𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐘
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Ongoing, First published Jan 06, 2024
To everyone navigating the labyrinth of life, remember that happiness is not a distant shore but a choice made in the present moment. In the symphony of existence, sorrows may play a note, but you have the power to compose a melody of joy. Embrace the beauty of the now, for it holds the promise of a brighter tomorrow. Let go of the heavy burdens of yesterday, for they need not define your journey. Seek the sunlight in every shadow and find solace in the simple pleasures that surround you. You are not alone; the canvas of your life is painted with the vibrant hues of resilience and hope. Choose to be kind to yourself, nurture the garden of your well-being, and remember that in every heartbeat lies the rhythm of your own happiness.
𝐇𝐞𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞! 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈'𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜. 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐲. 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨. 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬!
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In the quiet corners of my heart, I kept a secret garden-a fragile bloom of love that I tended with care. It was for someone who never truly belonged there. His touch was like frost on petals, beautiful yet cold. His words, sweet as honey, dripped with deception. I loved him with a fervour that blinded me to the truth sometimes love is a cruel mirage. But as the seasons changed, so did my perception, revealing the fault lines of our mismatched souls. He was the wrong puzzle piece, forcing himself into spaces where he didn't fit. And I, foolishly, tried to mould myself to his edges. The pain of loving the wrong person is a silent ache-an ache that gnaws at your spirit, eroding the very essence of who you are. It's the realisation that you've been watering a barren tree, hoping for blossoms that will never come. Yet, I clung to him, desperate for validation, afraid of the void that would follow if I let go. But life has a way of surprising us. In the quiet aftermath of heartbreak, when tears blurred my vision, I stumbled upon a different kind of love. It wasn't loud or tempestuous; it was a gentle whisper-a warm breeze that carried away the debris of shattered dreams. 𝓓𝓮𝓿 appeared like a sunrise after a storm, illuminating the corners of my wounded heart. He was the right puzzle piece missing half of my soul. His laughter was a melody that resonated with mine, and his touch ignited constellations within me. We built a love that didn't need mending, for it was whole from the start. In his arms, I found solace, and in his eyes, I glimpsed eternity. The pain of loving the wrong person prepared me for the miracle of finding the right one. It taught me that scars can heal, and broken hearts can bloom anew. Now, as I stand on the threshold of forever, hand in hand with the one who fits seamlessly into my existence, I honour the past wrong turns, the tears, and the silent battles. For they led me to this love that feels like coming home.