Working harder than you’ve ever had before.
This pain is actually endurance.
That sweat is gold.
Mentally, physically, and spiritually. How one changes through hard work and effort.
It truly is an exciting transformation. Seeing this new you. The way you walk is a little different, the way you smile holds itself up differently. It all comes from the hard work and effort you put in, in yourself and your actions.
They say actions speak louder than words, but I think the subtle minor changes speak louder than any actions.
Do you stand taller, your head raised a little higher, your eyes bigger and brighter.
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Rambler's Society
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A Flower Song
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