Just because you look up
and see a sky painted blue
does not mean
every circumstance in your life
is brushed in rainbow colors...
The blue above you
does not erase the storms around you.
It does not silence the struggles
that knock at your door...
You don't have to pretend the pain isn't real... Every low point is temporary...
That imposing blue above you? That is your inner peace... That is the quiet flame that allows you to hope, optimistically, when everything else tells you to give up...
For every pullback
is only a passing valley…
And beyond every valley
there is always
another sky
waiting to turn blue again...
With every dawn, the canvas shifts. With every sunrise, the tide turns...
Your inner sanctuary is the stillness that survives the storms, the quiet strength that allows you to hope with a fierce, unwavering optimism...
Your inner peace is your power, and your hope is a revolution. The light is coming, the change is here, and you are ready to soar!
Carl Nicolas.
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