When there is too much going on, Sometimes You wish things weren't happening at All but that is Life, You need to keep on going and healing from all of this harm. Many people will try to tell You things and give advice but If they don't feel and don't realize what human life is about
They will give You words that simply just hurts,
These are people that usually never alone heal themselves so They will be the first one to put You in the mood of Their aching grave.
They will not care about Your real human life and what You are going through right now. They will also not feel how much You really do and daily bring to another human and animal life.
They will be asking for attention almost forcefully as if they are the One
You know your beautiful experience on Earth and You know what real healing is about You know Your great state and happiness and how to arrive there every time
So please my reader dont give up !
If some people will just come into Your life to bring You down
It is always for the fact to remind You how far You have reached with the whole and how great of a Human, Healer You already are!
Healing takes time if You do it daily
Nobody will be able to create a Lie about Your state of a being, healing, and Life in general.
Happiness and healing don't come from a word written or said it comes from real human actions where after every stormy wave You can calm down
and Open Your Heart again and again!
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Darkos
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