the mind of a self-proclaimed كنداكة


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Entry #7: what you are

Bones, dust and energy. That’s what you’re made of. You are the essence of life.

From the bend of your nose, to the curve of your lips and the arch of your back, you’re made of divine geometry. The twists and turns of your brain, secured with intricate thoughts and emotions, a result of divine potions. You can never think too much, feel too much, experience too much, because you aren’t too much. Your every atom is worthy of existing.

How does your soul feel right now?

Does it carry the weight of the world on its shoulders, or the weight of your world on its shoulders? You’ve been through hell and back. It’s etched deep into your skin, I see it in the crevices of your eyes, I can only imagine it’s engraved in your soul. Your battle scars are life and art, and your soul should wear them with pride.

Don’t you see it now? You’re perfect. Love yourself. Believe in yourself. Be yourself.

Are you content now?