September 7th '15
I used to think that life was nothing more than a long painful road until death.
And that every hardship that I had to go trough was simply a sign, trying to tell me that maybe after all life wasn't made for me.
And I believed it for so long.
Maybe life on earth wasn't made for everybody.
Especialy not for those with the biggest hearts and quite souls.
Saying that I've never thought about death would be a huge lie.
Because I thought about it every minute of each day.
How life would be better off without me.
And how peaceful it would be to just leave,
And never have to feel again any of the pain that ate me alive for the past few years.
But despite the sadness, heartbreaks, the loneliness, and the thoughts of leaving for a better situation, I kept going and I saw something precious that wouldn't have seen through the blur of my tears. Something that seems so meaningless for those who don't believe in it, yet so powerful when they do.
Something called, HOPE.
The day I realize that I deserved nothing less than the best, that I was beautiful and that I had the right to choose to be happy instead to remain sad, has been the decision that changed my life in every possible way. Because maybe life's not made for me , but I am made for it.
So I wipe my tears to see clear to the beauty of life's imperfections. Because life doesn't need to be perfect to be pretty fucking wonderful.
You either.
And that every hardship that I had to go trough was simply a sign, trying to tell me that maybe after all life wasn't made for me.
And I believed it for so long.
Maybe life on earth wasn't made for everybody.
Especialy not for those with the biggest hearts and quite souls.
Saying that I've never thought about death would be a huge lie.
Because I thought about it every minute of each day.
How life would be better off without me.
And how peaceful it would be to just leave,
And never have to feel again any of the pain that ate me alive for the past few years.
But despite the sadness, heartbreaks, the loneliness, and the thoughts of leaving for a better situation, I kept going and I saw something precious that wouldn't have seen through the blur of my tears. Something that seems so meaningless for those who don't believe in it, yet so powerful when they do.
Something called, HOPE.
The day I realize that I deserved nothing less than the best, that I was beautiful and that I had the right to choose to be happy instead to remain sad, has been the decision that changed my life in every possible way. Because maybe life's not made for me , but I am made for it.
So I wipe my tears to see clear to the beauty of life's imperfections. Because life doesn't need to be perfect to be pretty fucking wonderful.
You either.
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