The difficult ones… the weird ones… the eccentric ones… the
stubborn ones… the ‘queen of my own island’ ones… the rude ones… people you will fail to decode… people you
will struggle to like, let alone love. No. They do not intend to make life hell
for you. Absolutely not. Let us put it this way. Rough diamonds are sometimes
mistaken for pebbles. Not your fault. Only babies are naturally hypermetropic!
The square pegs in round holes. They are not to be
thrown away. No. Not even to be tampered with. I agree they are not one of the pieces
of jig-saw puzzle that will fit in perfectly. But let them be. You never know
they might just turn the course of history someday. And when they leave, you’ll
know why storms are named after people. It’s not the storm. It’s the aftermath.
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They asked, "Why do you write?" I said, "Because I can."
A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer. It sings because it has a song.
#happy_reading
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