Fiction, inspiration, On my mind

Counting shooting stars. 

It’s easy to grow bitter, it’s far too simple to grow sour, resentful and forget to care for anything or anyone because we think they are not worthy of our attention or love. It’s far too elementary to choose the darkness because we were hurt, bruised or forgotten. But that’s not who we are. It’s not what makes us human, it’s not what makes us worthy, and it’s definitely not what makes us true. Living is fighting for the light, not caving into the shattered grounds of an uncomplicated life. Living is choosing to be a lightness of existence despite the pain. It is believing in the good, the noble and the true. And for that, there is no space for resentments or bitterness, ever. There is merely a space for growth and for counting shooting stars. 

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