qp|| If You Want To Find Perfection In Yourself, You Will Find, That You Are Not Perfect. |||+|||
I like to think that people are perfectly imperfect. If everyone were perfect, life would be a bore
qp|| Sometimes, It Seems, The Reason Truth Weighs In On Witnesses, Is That It Takes More Than One Person To Wipe Away All The Tears. |||+|||
Hmm. . .
Thank You For The Like, @lekkerhondje.
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Thank You For The Comment, @Cragger.
~P.s. Hope, Trust, True Love, Honesty, Joy, And Endlessly Eternal Peace!.~

qp|| With Your Energy In A Peaceful Transitional Period, Challenge Your Fears With Courage. |||+|||
qp|| As Your Psychological Geography Gravitates Towards Nature’s Comfort, Seek Hopeful Rest. |||+|||
qp|| Nothing Can Take You Away From You, You May Get Hurt, You May Get Bruised, But, Your Shadow Can’t Lose. Reset, Seek The Dreams In The Sky, And Gently Soothe. |||+|||
qp|| Even If No One Believes In You, Or All Of The Beautifully Amazing Things You Can Truly Do. Remember That Long, Long Ago, Someone, Somewhere Gave You A Chance. You May Have Failed, You May Have Succeeded. Now Here You Are. With Possible Troubles. Thinking There Not Be Anymore Chances. Well, Guess What, I Believe In You!. And The Trees Do Too!. One More Chance!. Make It Happen!. |||+||| 
|||+||| Failure Is Not An Ending. Failure Is Part 1 In The Story Of Success. |||+||| 
qp|| Chance In The Story Of Success. And The Solutions To Failure. Never Giving Up. |||+||| 
qp|| To Keep Trying Is To Succeed In The Belief That Opportunity Never Sleeps. |||+||| 
qp|| Dreaming Is Jus As Real As The Dreams Being Dreamt By Those Who Still Believe. |||+||| 
qp|| If Something Doesn’t Go Your Way, Paradigm Shift, In Order To Adjust For Your Own Sake. |||+|||
qp|| You Don’t Have To Have A Family To Be Apart Of A Family, The Sky Doesn’t Ever Put Blame. |||+|||
qp|| There Is No Real Way For You To Judge Yourself On What It Is You Truly Have A Absolute Psychological Grip On. So. The Best Way To Continue On Your Personal Pathe Is To Decide For Yourself What Makes You Happy. And What Keeps You On The Tracks Of Positivity. It’s Simple Really, Guilt, Shame, Sadness, Anger, Jealousy, Bitterness, Grudges, And Regret Are All Things Everyone Is Familiar With Very Well. It’s True Happiness That Is An Elusive Shadow Hiding In The Comfort Of Dreams That Causes Confusion. If You Find Yourself Resting Within A Sphere Of That Form Of Positivity In Any Way (Restful Comfort As An Example). Then It Would Be Of Honest Benefit To Create For Yourself A Template For A Future Parallel With Whatever Opened That Door For You. A Key To Find A Stage To One Day End All Of Your Pain. At Least In Some Way Moments In Time To Mirror That Kind Of Love Received. Even If For Only 5 Minutes A Day. Like Someone Meditating Each Day To Relax. But!, You Could Use Almost Anything In Order To Fulfill That Kind Of Hopeful Purpose. Nothing Extreme Really. Afterall We Are Only Human. But!, With The Promise Of Setting The Bar Higher Than Normal To Find True Peace. Endlessly Relinquishing Inner Turmoil Could Find Itself Metaphorically Deceased. |||+|||
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qp|| Life Is Living. Death Is An End. To Dissect Either In Any Way Has No True Purpose. Curiosity Has Value In Any Form Of Honest Expression. But In Those Two Realms, No Truth Or Merit In Dreams. |||+|||
qp|| Being Unstable Is An Easy Way Out Of Positively Promising Responsibilities That Could Lift Your Energy Into A More Valuable State Of Individualistic Comprehension. In Which Equates Into A Future Of Consciously Reaching For A Horizon Being More Possible To Grasp. If All It Takes Is An Alarm Clock And Melatonin To Secure Beautiful Dreams. Then Why Risk It In Order To Spend Time Staring At Something That Doesn’t Even Have The Care To Respond With Any Real Reasons For The Effortless Vanquishing Silence. That Steals Opportunity. Meaning. Purpose. Hope. Love. Peace. And Dreams. |+||
qp|| If Something Or Someone Makes You Lose Sight Of Focus. Find Helpful, Quick Metaphorical Avenues That Can Lead Your Psychological Discomfort Back Into The Restful State Of Valuable Honesty. The Kind Of Help That Only Commonsense Within Sphere’s Of Instinctual’s Presence Bathing In The Wealth Of Nature Can Provide. Where Nothing, Can, Will, Or Want, To Hide. |||+|||
qp|| Jewelry, A Gift From The Ocean, The Sky, The Sun, Or The Moon?, Too Late, Too Soon?. |||+|||
qp|| The Body Is A Puzzle, A Complex Artifact Of Bones, Held Together With Flesh, Consumed By The Desire To Reason With The Energy Of The Mind’s Acceptance And Refusal Of Illusions And Reality. A Structure Divided Into Circuits Like Limbs Reaching Into The Tips Of Each Ending. There Is Language Between The Trees And Breath. That Can Be Read In The Moving Images Of Each Individualistically Particular Movement Within Symbolic Consumption And Release. Like The Orbit Of The Moon Speaking To The Ocean. Drawing Pictures Of Beauty, For Our Eye’s To Mirror Colour. The Creatively Painted. |||+|||
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