When I was little, I always thought of life as a fairy tail, where I'd be living in a pink-colored world; where everything was rainbow, butterflies, happiness and perfection. Everybody was happy; everybody was nice and kind to everyone else. Now, as I grow up, I realize, as a matter of fact, that life is not even close to this. I realize that life isn't perfect and that nobody is perfect. That perfection, in this world is a myth. Sometimes, the weirdest things happen at the most unexpected places and moments. You find out that there's not only happiness, joy and kindness in this world, but pain, harshness and tears. It also came down to me, that you can get hurt; you can cry and you can get your heart broken a million times, but that's not what matters the most. What really matters is the reaction you decide to have. Whether you decide to let pain that you're feeling consume you and tear you apart, or, decide to let that pain strengthen you, to let it teach you lessons and experiences, to make you wiser. You can control that. You just have to never back down. Just gotta stiffen that upper lip up, lift up that head of yours and remind yourself that it's perfectly perfect to be imperfect. You make what you want to make out of your pain. To let it destroy you, or use it as an advantage.
It's all up to you.
It's all up to you.
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