In this imperfect world with an imperfect me, full of flaws and weaknesses,scars and failures
i try to embark on my journey of gratitude, grateful for those who left during the journey, for just like the petals i grasped the art of letting go.
I do not grumble in times of adversity, for i am grateful that roses have thorns and its by watering the thorns we find the beauty of the roses.
so thankful for the times i gave without expectations,
for like roses to lovers, i found peace and comfort.
Grateful for my beauty, not the outward beauty, the real and chaotic,the dangerous and natural beauty,
For i learned to appreciate who God sees me. In this imperfect world with an imperfect me, I learned to bloom in my misfortunes for after winter comes summer and bad days are soon to be over.
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