They’re endless
my problems, like
a set of matryoshka dolls.
I keep complaining in my head, but
this is the life I chose,
this is exactly what you get when
you leave behind your
place of comfort…
paddling for the horizons…
searching for purpose.
After all is said and done, I’m
proud of who I’ve become
all my failures, every pain
molding me into a
better version of myself.
They’re endless…. yes
our problems will never end.
Picture: adamhayhow.com
Inspiration: Pain is beautiful, it shapes us into who we need to be
Wonderful post .
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Thank you
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