Flowers reminded us how life is beautiful. Each one of them has its own characteristics of beauty. Just like human beings, there's no need to compare oneself to another. Some might be blinded by jealousy or insecurities. Though if thyself consider beautiful people will see one. It's not about the color of the skin, the shape of faces. It's a matter of being someone's personality that people will realize how beautiful that someone is.
Never underestimate yourself just because the mirror tells you the truth for your perception. Beauty is not being measured and can not be seen easily. Don't push yourself to fall or don't think of yourself at the bottom. You have something that others don't have. Something only you can have which might be desperate to others to have. You have that kind of life and that alone should be thankful for.
Why are you sad just because you're not like others? What makes you jealous when the beauty of the flowers will not soon be recognized. It takes time before it blooms, be patient for the time to come. Each one of us has its own although no one can tell when. As long as you value yourself and love yourself. You will shine like a star in the darkest night.
If there are people who don't see you like one, ignore them. If some people think you're not special since each one of us is special, leave them. Just like the beauty of a flower that doesn't need others to stand out in its presence. No matter what, beauty is beauty and not a single word can change that.
Stand proud. Be confident to show yourself. Nothing to be embarrassed about as long as you understand that you don't need them. Their words are nothing if you're sure of your own existence.
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ABOUT ME
Paul is the name but prefers to be called mrnightmare that feels like living in the dream. A country boy and a dreamboy (dreamer) who likes to stay in a small village even though it means abandoning the future to become a seaman. The passion is writing but not sailing in the vast ocean. Don't wonder if the face will not be shown, this is better where the words can flow smoothly. Come, you can tell me your stories and I'll tell you mine. Together, let's explore the world by broadening our thoughts. If you need a shoulder I can lean you mine and I hope I can lean yours. The world is fun when living is not being alone but with someone.