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Your desire to be alone does not equate to you not wanting to spend time with your loved ones once in a while.

Grow.

Seedlings sprout when you water them and nourish them.
Plants grow when you take good care of them and shower them with love and care.
Only then will they bear the fruits of your labor in return.

Like children, we should always encourage them, no matter how crazy their dreams may be in the beginning, we never know unless we give them a chance, right?

Your words are like blades that cut down the ropes they use to fly their kites that hold their dreams.
Choose them wisely before it’s too late and the buds you so carefully sowed, wilt away.

Yourself.

No matter your age, you are allowed to feel the way you do.
If you are hurt, you can cry.
Even if the simplest thing make you the happiest, why not?
In this harsh world we live in, it is the most difficult to be ourselves.
We are judged by our every move.

Are we not creatures capable of free will?
Whoever said that we should conform?
Is it not enough to be kind to one another?
Why bring people down?

There is no need for turmoil.
Let’s all stop the war right now.

The battle we are fighting is not against other individuals, but within ourselves.
Fight against yourself!
Do not let the evil within you win.
Don’t let it tempt you.

Turn away from it and embrace the good you have within you.
You may have to dig deep for it to be found, but believe in yourself and surely, you’ll find it.

Nia

“We’ve only scratched the surface of this life we’re living. None of us will remain the same.
Dream big while you’re alive, and leave a few footsteps for others to retrace.”

Helios and Methuselah

The stars cried many tears, they wavered within the moon’s embrace.
“We should all face the fire together!”
The youngest cried as he held onto the diminishing light of his mother Methuselah.
“Do not fear the unknown, child. Face it with courage and understand it.”

Silently, as to not make his presence known to his children, Helios wept.

She

Her song filled the small, four-cornered room as she sang to herself to abate the sorrow.
When was it that she braved to face the struggles outside her haven?
She felt the pang of reality strike her like it always did, that someday, she would have to step out into the chaos.
For now, she sings her songs full of hope for a better tomorrow.