Mother had left me, This secret little recipe. On it, a note, "Whenever I needed it." The recipe was easy to read, It had not many intructions. All it needed, was my essence. A dash of self-confidence, A dose of self-respect, A slice of my principals, And a piece of my opinions. She told me to ignore, All those unecessary opinions, Those judgmental views, And backstabbing thorns. Just be who you are, And love yourself. So the flower, Can be reborn.
Most of us are dead at 30, but burried at our 80's. This life of ours is such a beautiful opportunity to explore ourselves and exhibit the best version to the world. Let's not waste it by wasting time.
I am compiling a book about and have an opportunity for you. Kindly DM me to my Instagram account : @heart_scribes. Hoping for a positive response.