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People are born soft and supple. Dead, they are stiff and hard. Plants are born tender and pliant. Dead, they are brittle and dry. Thus whomever is stiff and inflexible Is a disciple of death. Whomever is soft and yielding Is a disciple of life. The hard and stiff will be broken. The soft and supple will prevail.

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What would I do to know what the future holds? So I can let you hear the unspoken history and to distinguish defensive lies? You’ve somewhat been an anchor – holding me down not to be swayed by false promises of solitude. Making me rethink, reconsider, and redo. What has gotten into verses that don’t hold meaning? I’m burning traditions and putting too much to faith. Somewhat the universe is throwing stones not to hurt anyone but to test bonds and pillars of trust. And I think I am ready.

I know I was difficult. And ungrateful. But an old tree will always be old, or is it not? Are you ready to turn the tables around?

"You say you love the rain, but you open your umbrella when it rains. You say that you love the sun, but you find a shadow spot when the sun shines. You say that you love the wind, but you close your windows when the wind blows. This is why I’m afraid, you say that you love me too."

— Repost from Mo Twister. The words are too beautiful.

Truth?