Work in progress: reconstructing my heart, renewing my soul, cleaning my mind.
The world is keen on making us hard, cynical and less than human. The struggle, if there is one, (and I discovered there is), resides in remaining pure, innocent and human despite, or because, of the blows we consistently receive.
I often wonder why certain people were so mean, jealous, dark, envious; so unhappy they had to make others unhappy. I start to understand them and the source of their darkness and I can only wish I´m strong enough to never, ever, become one of them.
May all the darkness in the world be small, if not insignificant, next to my stubborn inclination for Beauty.