Our youth is too short, our passion is too risky, our dreams often cast aside for stability.
Most of us are, in the end, small and selfish and plain and easily forgotten.
Many of us are not beautiful or soft or even kind.
Not even with ourselves or for our closest kin.
Maybe because we see the extraordinary - the minority, so unreachable, so natural, so ahead - too often in the limelight? Thinking it can never be us, it can never happen to us, fate doesn’t allow us this and that.
I object to that. I object to the mindless self-prophecy we inflict upon ourselves, I object within reasons: many of the stars were once just rocks waiting to be found, or were just honing themselves for the right angle of attack to the destiny. Or even if I myself are no diamonds, I want to be able to love myself enough to shine through the painful lenses of fixed destiny.
Perhaps I want to be beautiful stained glass. No where near as magnificent or long-lasting as diamond and gold, yet it can still be so uniquely gorgeous under the sun and moon.
Yes,
I should be some beautiful staine glass or crystal.
I should be brave to embrace my flaws and only accept kindness from myself and others.
We should all live with goals of happiness.
And somehow, I await for many flowers, including one for our #T1WIN
You can lose, you can be angry and sad and hopeless. Yet, if you don’t give up, your chance can come again, your youth still persists.
I believe, at the very least, our fire will still burn, our kingdom stands proud.
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