Growing up

The beautiful things that sprout from hardships decay, more than reminds you, that life, though unpredictable, is a creature of habit just like you or I. It will forever do the same things; blossom and wilt. But in the wilting comes new growth, nurtured by your already tenderized wounds inflicted by life,all its uphill battles, and downfalls. But, in your weakest moments look down at your hands, the same hands that feed you, the same hands that ruin what you will them to destroy. Think of the possibilities you hold in those islands of skin. Allow yourself to inspire, and ignite the world. Remind your troubled mind that, though you may see pain as black and white, there is far too much beauty in the world, and there is far too much color to ignore.