“Scars are lessons which reveal your true way.”

Water your soul with sprinkles of self-love.

Wrap your soul with a blanket of kindness even in all odds.

Believe in the rainbow, rather than a wild storm.

Paint your scars with the ink of hope.

Embrace those storms that lead you to your waves of dreams.

follow the map of your soul even amidst all changes.

Allow your heart to paint a hopeful sky of miracles.

Some thunders are meant to mould your heart into art.

Those gun shots may take their home and wealth, but can’t change their heart.

Even the moon adore the way your brave heart beats.

Incomplete phases are still attractive, so do your brave heart.

Oh darling, melt your own soul with flames of self love.

Accept the storm before you expect the rainbow.

Be a calm wave in your ocean of chaos.

Plant seeds of self love in the soil of your heart.

An hopeful soul is an art of miracles.

That’s my lesson for taking a vacation: vacation will kill you.

Children have a lesson adults should learn, to not be ashamed of failing, but to get up and try again.

Children have a lesson adults should learn, to not be ashamed of failing, but to get up and try again.

Education never ends, It is a series of lessons, with the greatest for the last.

Things I’ve been doing in quarantine- settling into my new house and guitar lessons.

Only the dead have seen the end of war.

There is no better than adversity. Every defeat, every heartbreak, every loss, contains its own seed, its own lesson on how to improve your performance the next time.

I believe that every interaction is an act of fate in some way, that we’re meant to interact with them, and it’s our job to flesh that out and experience it to the fullest and learn the lessons we’re meant to.