No man had ever lived his life without getting stained. May it be by blood, dirt, dust and other unwanted impurities soaking at their very entirely.
NOW, Raise your hands. Stare your body. Take it slow. One by one. Do you see where you get stained?
Those unwantedness at one or two made ourselves whole or made yourselves broke. Which one did you chose to live with you? I hope you'd pick your brain's choice.
Being stained doesn't mean you're dirty thus making you different from others. Rather it only shows that you've gone through difficult times in your lives and you were able to conquer it with all your might. Did you ever see a hero or a warrior who won his battle without getting stained by blood? Or covered with dust? Or didn't shed a tear? They fought for their victory and their lifes were also stained.
And I will tell you. Our hands have artistically written the words you've been dying to hear, filling those blank papers for you to see the light and dark side of being stained.
For as we grow old, we discovered that those don't define us physically nor tainted the way we think and feel.
It just the beginning. I hope you'll se yourselves as much as we can (saw) ours.
Thank you for reading ❤️
I doubt my hands ever wrote what I was dying to hear. Shake your body... These days it's hard but I have a dance mat to try out 😄