“I'm not gonna fight back what I've become, Yeah, I've got bruises where I came from, But I wouldn't change if I could restart, I ain't gonna hide these beautiful scars”
Yesterday, I was that stubborn ill-fated lass who seize artificial comfort out of absurd bubble wraps in the corner of her room, covered in pitch black memories of more yesterdays and half-baked melodies with broken chords of fatal defeat.
Today, I am that high-spirited vivacious lass who keep shuffling her newly modified collection of hopeful l tracks and buoyant tunes of dreams and bittersweet failure, diverted into a foreign dimension of upbeat souls waiting for their own opportunity to grow.
Tomorrow, I’ll be the triumphant product of all my slanderous yesterdays. The trembling luminosity from my exhausted eyes will soon glimmer with blinding radiance of a prosperous journey made by various catastrophes and screeching disasters.
For success is not a high-speed lightning in need of quick responses, it is a series of chances, rather wasted or fulfilled.
Success is the winsome consequence of a brutal journey, conquered by a virtuous heart of abstract lessons, adequate for a lifetime.
Beautiful Scars | Maximillian 🎶