Isn’t it so ironic,
how we give the advice that we can’t follow ourselves
we guide and lead while we ourselves are lost
we look in the mirror and we see what others see
we see what is ugly, what is beautiful
every insecurity and every flaw
we judge and tear ourself apart piece by piece
How can we expect others not to judge us if we judge ourselves so harshly?
Society is but a product of our thoughts, actions and faults
Isn’t it so ironic,
how we choose to believe the bad instead of the good
hate over love, grief over joy, war over peace
If love could be spread as easily as hate,
what a beautiful world we would have lived in
But the most ironic of it all is, how
we create our own storms and then get upset when it rains
and how we stay far away from the sun and then wonder where the rainbow lies
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So very true… 💛💛 thank you for having the courage to say so 💛🙌🏾💛
Thank you so much❤️❤️❤️