Earth is blue, fragile, light, and not a star. And weâre part of it, not just living on it. Earth is a battle ground where all species constantly face an invisible war. And weâre the main actor of growth, destruction, and peace. Someoneâs precious is someone elseâs garbage. Someoneâs interest is someone elseâs boredom. Someoneâs principle is someone elseâs violation. Someoneâs contentment is someone elseâs pressure. Someoneâs recipe for immunity is someone elseâs cause of death. Either youâre the âsomeoneâ or the âsomeone elseâ, it doesnât matter because confusion will always bounce back to you, no matter how far youâve been running away from it. Itâs about facing an empty page each day, itâs about waking up in the morning deciding to be alive, itâs about choosing which mistakes to avoid, itâs about considering what and who to ignore, itâs about crafting a self thatâs truly your own, itâs about faking a smile to cure the pain of others, itâs about continuously moving forward because going back is never a choice, itâs about looking at the blue sky and having small talks with it, itâs about everything that feels small and unworthy, itâs about becoming buoyant, never being trapped between other peopleâs cacophonic agendas, itâs about counting your breath.
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