A rough silver leaflet dropped from the aging silver money tree onto his hand as he swifted through his creation. This time, he thought, a masterpiece. He did little to notice the thin, etched and wilted leaf as his hand glided on the paper, barely registering a light touch before the slight breeze from his hand pulled the leaf adrift. It settled on the most prized crystal from his collection, but he was too focused on the fine details on the paper to know it was glistening in the rays of the setting sun coming through the gaps of the blinds behind him. Not before long, he was staring at the complete portrait of a green-eyed girl with fiery red hair, it wasn't finished though, he couldn't quite work out what he'd draw for the background, or perhaps to keep it blank? Silent in deep consideration, just looking at the girl, he wondered what kind of person she would be like. Extroverted, vibrant, cheeky, smart... The glistening from the fallen leaf caught his eye, jarring his vision as he
A rough silver leaflet dropped from the aging silver money tree onto his hand as he swifted through his creation. This time, he thought, a masterpiece. He did little to notice the thin, etched and wilted leaf as his hand glided on the paper, barely registering a light touch before the slight breeze from his hand pulled the leaf adrift. It settled on the most prized crystal from his collection, but he was too focused on the fine details on the paper to know it was glistening in the rays of the setting sun coming through the gaps of the blinds behind him. Not before long, he was staring at the whole portrait of a green-eyed girl with fiery red hair, it wasn't finished though, he couldn't quite work out what he'd draw for the background, or perhaps to keep it blank? Silent in deep consideration, just looking at the girl, he wondered what kind of person she would be like. Extroverted, vibrant, cheeky, smart... The glistening from the fallen leaf caught his eye, jarring his vision as he
A rough silver leaflet dropped from the aging silver money tree onto his hand as he swifted through his creation. This time, he thought, a masterpiece. He did little to notice the thin, etched and wilted leaf as his hand glided on the paper, barely registering a light touch before the slight breeze from his hand pulled the leaf adrift. It settled on the most prized crystal from his collection, but he was too focused on the fine details on the paper to know it was glistening in the rays of the setting sun coming through the gaps of the blinds behind him. Not before long, he was staring at the complete portrait of a green-eyed girl with fiery red hair, it wasn't finished though, he couldn't quite work out what he'd draw for the background, or perhaps to keep it blank? Silent in deep consideration, just looking at the girl, he wondered what kind of person she would be like. Extroverted, vibrant, cheeky, smart... The glistening from the fallen leaf caught his eye, jarring his vision as he
A rough silver leaflet dropped from the aging silver money tree onto his hand as he swifted through his creation. This time, he thought, a masterpiece. He did little to notice the thin, etched and wilted leaf as his hand glided on the paper, barely registering a light touch before the slight breeze from his hand pulled the leaf adrift. It settled on the most prized crystal from his collection, but he was too focused on the fine details on the paper to know it was glistening in the rays of the setting sun coming through the gaps of the blinds behind him. Not before long, he was staring at the whole portrait of a green-eyed girl with fiery red hair, it wasn't finished though, he couldn't quite work out what he'd draw for the background, or perhaps to keep it blank? Silent in deep consideration, just looking at the girl, he wondered what kind of person she would be like. Extroverted, vibrant, cheeky, smart... The glistening from the fallen leaf caught his eye, jarring his vision as he
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“Your personality is a construct built up out of the definitions you believe are most true, and definitions always give rise to emotions, which always give rise to behavior. You can not express a behavior without having a feeling and you can not experience a feeling without having a definition.” ~Bashar 巴夏: ``The 'Follow thy Excitement formula' is the key to being your True Self and living your dreams! Here are the basic steps: #1. Act on your excitement, your passion, whatever is most exciting to you, in the moment. Do this every moment that you may. #2. Do this to the best of your ability. Take it as far as you can go until you cannot take it any further. #3. Act on your excitement/passion with absolutely no hesitation, insistence, assumption or expectation of whatever the outcome nor the process should be. #4. Choose to be, and remain in a positive state regardless of what happens. #5. Constantly reinvestigate your belief systems. Release & replace the un-preferred beliefs:
We realize, we are not the ones who will suffer the immeasurable from broken worlds we leave behind when we blaze a trail in search of "a-better-life." By 'getting an education' and 'getting a job' to 'fit in', all the while 'getting someone/s for a bum and venting unto until *that special someone* appears, but it is just attrition war and tolerance volcano because the pair is too similar and different at the same time and no one wants to fix anything due to reluctance to change'... usually, "aftermath-comforts" patterns emerges for us to resort to for the pain from any suffering that we perceive, it is merely the simple act of perception of
A flower rises from dirt. The dirt doesn't define the flower, and the dirt doesn't detract from the flower. The dirt cannot take credit for the flowe
r. The dirt cannot take credit from the flower.
The flower will choose to bravely and faithfully grow in an ugly and unfriendly environment. The flower will stubbornly bloom regardless, and the flower will be the beautiful, amazing, miraculous flower it is anyway, no matter how much dirt surrounds it. And the flower will always be above and beyond the dirt that it grew from, and that the flower grew in.
The dirt cannot choke the life from the flower. That one flower may be the only flower in