We are like trees , we grow our branches towards the sky , but these branches do not grow without , pain and loss .. these branches do not grow without nuturing ,,
We need the love and sunlight ..
we need the pain and loss ..
we need room to grow ourselves
we need room to grow each other
Just as in life we need trees to survive ..
As tress we need branches to survive ..
Never hate enough to cut off someones branches , it may take years for them to grow back ..
Love where there is hate ...
Hate the injustice not the person..
We write in what we want in our own lifes..
Dont give up this ability to be author to become a bystander ...