The sky has been crying for a few days now. It chilled the world with its bitter mood. But now that the storm is over, the beauty is allowed to shine through.
I guess that is how life works most of the time. We have to go through the bad before we can see the good. Flowers bloom after a storm. Grass takes deep root after a fire. After we fall on our faces, we get a new chance at a new direction.
Choosing my direction isn't going to be the easiest thing for me, but it is an ugly task that must be completed so that I might experience the beautiful things in life.
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