maybe there is something beautiful in being broken.
I’m not talking about pity parties. It’s about knowing that what’s happened has happened, and about learning to look at things in a different way. Sure, living with this hurts for such a long time, you get ‘attached’ to them.
Life isn’t all about yourself.
Life is about learning to love, let go, and live, knowing that living life in itself already is a blessing and because you are blessed, to go out and bless someone else.
It’s about finding the beauty in a storm, rainbow in the rain, a spark in the dark.
And after all, I believe there is beauty in the ashes.