𝑰 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆.

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝑰 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒅 - 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒕𝒉, 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆.
𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘, 𝑰 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒇𝒕 𝒋𝒐𝒚.

𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝑰 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆.

𝑰𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒐𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕.

𝑰 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 - 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒉 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅.

𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆, 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈.
𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒆, 𝑰 𝒃𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒐𝒘𝒏.
𝑰 𝒃𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑰 𝒃𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒐𝒔. 𝑰 𝒃𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆.

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝑺𝒌𝒚𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒊 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑱𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒅𝒖𝒏𝒌 - 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉, 𝒎𝒚 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒉, 𝒎𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒆.
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒕𝒉 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓.

𝑰 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔.
𝑰 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆.
𝑰 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒏𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕, 𝒂 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆.

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒇𝒕, 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕, 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅.
𝑺𝒐𝒇𝒕, 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 - 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔.