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It took Michaelangelo four years to paint the Sistine Chapel. It took Da Vinci four years to paint the Mona Lisa. Van Gogh created Starry Night only a year before he died. So be patient with your progress and take all the time you need, for you too are creating a masterpiece.

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We’ll get there

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No one warns you about sleepless nights, about unproductivity and the mundane, no one tells you growing up that one day you’ll find yourself bleeding your wounds out on the bedroom floor, or how bathrooms are sanctuaries; no one tells you about the fatal attraction towards the unhealthy that you adopt time and time again; no one warns you about the real dangers of the world- loneliness and pain, and all the ways you deal with them. They tell you not to smoke or drink or have sex, but they forget to teach you kindness to yourself, they forget to teach you self-love; they forget to teach you how to cope with rejection and pain, they tell you to forgive but never teach you how, they tell you to love but never the consequences of failed loves, they warn you about heartbreaks from lovers but never those from family and friends, they tell you to dream but kill it before you can climb its ladder, they read you fairy tales but lack imagination, they tell you life is hard, that the world is ugly, but you never see them making it less of all that, then you grow up not knowing what to believe or who to be, with your heart still young but wounded, and your spirit yearning but reluctant. You have a body with too many marks, eyes with too many scars, you carry hope like a sacred flower- all its petals fall each time the world disappoints you, and instead of abandoning it, you go tape it back together; and here you are, all patched up- old cotton cloth and rusty car parts; you’re barely alive, and in love with the idea of what life could live up to be, and though it never does, you never give up, and I would say that’s what makes you strong, that that’s what makes you beautiful, but all it makes you, is a dreamer. People never teach us these things growing up because they too carry flowers of their own, and they don’t want you to grow up without hope, because if you knew all this when you were too young, then you would not make it this far, and it would be a shame, because there is so much more to life than all this, and the only way to have it all, is to carry the flower of hope in your heart.

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This.

Pure thoughts.

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Keep your hope alive.

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Charity and Selfishness

When my life was made up of jump ropes at lunchtime and bruises from bike-rides, I would stare at the faces of unfortunate children on charity advertisements.

At that time, I was aware that all I had in my wallet couldn’t help the kids. I thought, surely- when I’m older and I earn my own money, I’ll help them. I’ll be able to help them.

Sure enough, after one year of a part-time job, I am yet to donate to a charitable organization. Mis amigos, the thing is, giving is attitude, not your current bank statement. Don’t get me wrong, money does help when helping others. But even when I have more in my wallet now than I did as a kid, sadly my priority is not to help others. What once was a charitable heart I had in me, or so I thought, is no more. I am merely going with the flow of humanity’s selfishness. If I was determined to help these kids, I could have donated every last cent in the back-pocket of my glitter embellished, Gap Kids jeans. As an earning young adult, I could have sacrificed my weekly Starbucks to give to World Vision instead.

Hopes and dreams as a child are quickly forgotten as one gets older. Conforming to society is possibly the easier way to live. Less problems, less clashes with others. But perhaps it is worth it to not succumb to selfishness. Don’t let responsibilities and obligations rob you of your desire to put others over yourself.

It is greater joy to give than to receive.

I hope you won’t forget that,

Lilac Lyra.

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Sad songs

What got me through the toughest family fights in my teenage years was listening to Fucking Perfect by P!nk.

There’s something cathartic about listening to someone else, as well as yourself, tell you that you are worth it.

Stay strong,

Lilac Lyra.

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Summer and pink sunsets go like me and my dog.

Changed minds

I think it’s normal to be pissed when people repeat the process of inflating your expectations then disappointing you like poof- it’s gone.

But this world, my dear, it runs on changed minds and second chances and forgiveness. I don’t think the mood of other people should be ruined because you’re no longer in the mood for the same event you were expecting.

Let loose and laugh your disappointments off. As long as you’ve got time to spare, join your family and friends in whatever chaos they intend to create. Teenage angst and the vision of modern media for putting yourself in the centre of all- these can fog this simple answer to happiness.

You are a tiny speck of dust in the puzzle of humanity. Some may say it’s unfortunate that they aren’t as important as they think they are but that’s the point. You don’t have to take yourself so seriously. People will disappoint, people will hurt you (if physically, run) but what other than raw emotions could make you feel alive?

This may be biased because I believe that love conquers all.

I thought I reached the end of the cliff on many occasions. The circle of sadness we go through seems to go back to points I didn’t want to revisit, so what’s the point? In spite of this, love keeps overwriting past sadness and anger of many people. Love and I- we still don’t have a perfect relationship. I am yet to experience the true power of love. But I have faith that we were made to love.

Yours Truly,

Lilac Lyra.