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Long ago, a young flower drowned slowly. Everyone on the land was crying -- blaming God, wishing they could save themselves from bad luck. But it never died, it stayed strong, believing in nature, it could only stay alive. Sometimes, the flower doubted it would need a land to settle. But when the land never came, it had to learn how to grow with water. Even if it was alone, as it dropped its own seeds in the world, it made the new land blossom from water. Maybe, that's the lotus, that's you.
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I drew a lot, I wrote a lot, I took a lot of pictures, and I listened to a lot of music. I still love those, but I don’t do them as often as I did in the past. Instead, I meditate, I focus better, I started my business, and I value relationships. They're just different types of art. And someday, who knows, your mind will do what it used to do. Time passes, so embrace the changes that you didn't think you would have. |
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