The same way a color can be bright, it becomes dark all of a sudden. If shiny happy people shone all the time, they would become a repetition of colors, tedious exposition of the same pictures. A simple white upon black, a complex double rainbow, our eyes still capture at the same speed.
Never again will I look the way I did for the same color everyday. The gift of a true color can only be seen when no one's looking, just with a glimpse. Find a better color in yourself, then look back at the others. The way of simple life, the way in which there's no way, the total exposure.
An open defense, a self-controlled facet of your life. The enemies may see, the friends already did it, but no one will look the same ever again. A new, colorful exposition. What seemed old, shall rise anew, the passion will shine brighter, the smiles more invitating, and even tears, just to wash away the canvas.
Shine on.
Life is a game. Play it.
Blessed Teresa of Calcutta
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