A journey to be journeyed

She journeyed a phase which was dark and cold. Her anatomy was hurt and could be seen by unclouded eyes. She lived every split second of that phase with the courage, her heroism was reborn and fashioned by the end of that battle she fought. She called herself a fighter ; life calls her a hero.
Today, motivation lies in quotes, statements, but actually it lies inside us. Our anatomy is comprised of magic, we simply need to become magicians to exercise it. The avenue makes the difference between us (among people). She never tried to find out meanings in the events that take place in rather she relished them. Life isn’t about finding meanings and purposes in it, sometimes it’s merely about exploring and appreciating the experiences and events that are happening to us. People run to perfection and gets lost. Where perfection is generally regarded as an illusion and imperfection as fascinating detail. Choose wisely!

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