As the season pass one by one
\nI’ve learned the been selective in my
\nBattles it’s the peaceful thing to do; it’s better then being rigth.
\nWith the amount of life experience accumulate in this 30years and
\n364 days, I’ve learn to stand tall
\nand proud of each of my accomplishments as well of my mistakes.
\nI learn to go out in a limb,
\nNot everything has to be black and white! There’s this thing call rainbow, there’s plenty colors to picky from.
\nI also remember my roots
\nIt’s what keeps me humble and connected with who I’m.
\nI learn to know the difference of been thirsty or just been greedy.
\nI’m content with my natural beauty
\nI love my self for who I’m and what I stand for. It’s a must rule to show love and dedication to one self, before we could show it to others.
\nIf there isn’t self love
\nThere isn’t determination, courage, and survival skills.
\nI also learn to enjoy the view.
\nLife it’s to short to ignore the beautiful seasons and the miracle of life in everything around us.
\nThe beautiful lady bug, the Eagles , the Owls and everything the it’s a living & loving thing.
\nI learn to enjoy the rain and the windy night. I learn to not take each day for granted. I learn to tell god thank you
\nFor everything in my life. I’m in a temporary life stage , the I don’t know the day or time of my final departure.
\nBut I do know the I want to live my
\nLife to the max and share the blessing of each awaking with my love ones. My life it’s continually starting a different cycle each time a year arrived. Feeling fearless and in control of my wants and needs.
\nThis it’s me. I’m exactly where I want to be and won’t let go of my dreams.
\nThis is an other wonderful season.\u2764\ufe0f<\/p>\n
\u2014by Meriyen Marquez\u2b50\ufe0f<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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