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Someone told me that in order to save a dying rose from losing its last petal, you have to give it a fresh start. To save it from completely withering, you have to cut off the rotting parts to avoid further damage. You have to find where the dark spots sit and cut them from the root.
Sometimes, when the damage is too much, you are most likely to leave only a couple of stems leaving a stupid-looking rose displayed on your desk. At that point your eyes might sore with the sight of it, you might think of just throwing it away, to just give up on it. But when that point comes, remember that things doesn’t always have to make sense at the start. Growth doesn’t always look good especially in its early stages. If you want to save a rose, you have to be patient. Never get tired of moving its pot every morning for a gentle sunlight, to feed it with words of love and touch of care. Sometimes it may look like its helpless, no progress, and not worthy. But believe me, once new leaves and fresh buds start to appear, you’ll realize that it blooms a lot better that it did before. And for that, you’ll thank yourself for not giving up.
No matter how terrible it may look, don’t be afraid to cut off the rotting parts and start again. Soon enough, it’ll be all worth it.

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My home should be reassuring.
Where I feel the most comfortable with. Where I can show up without the fear of how others see me.
My home should be somewhere where I can both be my best and worst self. Where I can be comfortable to be just me. No changing of views just to fit the bigger world. No hiding of the messy parts of me,where I feel like I belong. Somewhere where I can speak and be heard. Where my presence is valued and my absence is noticed. Somewhere where my kitchen song is searched for when it hasn’t been heard in a while.
It's my safe space or person.. A shade during hot sunny days.. A shelter during storms. A hideout I can retreat to when the world gets too loud. My home should be where I can go when I need to breathe. Where I can rest, where I can cry and acknowledge every bit of how I feel.
Whether it’s a place or a person, my home should be something I can run to,not something I wanna run from.

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