Today I finished reading the Language of Flowers by Vanessa Diffenbaugh. It's a captivating book, one that I actually have shed a tear! I won't tell you what the plot is about, dear reader, so if you're itching to know more about it, get a copy! Indulge yourself in it, have fun.
Currently starting on Across the Mersey by Annie Groves. I've also lent three of my books to my cousin; Little Women by Louisa May Alcott, Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte and, my favourite of all, the Postmistress by Sarah Blake. Out of the three, Little Women has urged me to refine my writing skills and encourage my creativity (through imagination) while Jane Eyre has embedded logic and principles into my brain. The Postmistress has ignited more passion in me as a growing woman; which is really something I need. Aside from enjoying the stories, I have been slowly overturning stones in search of myself. I have, my dear reader, discovered more about me than I thought I ever would. I connected my very being (both the physical and the spiritual) to many things; my personalities and characteristics from my family, my influences and attachments from my friends and even things that I love (eg, music). Yet despite being everything around me at once, I am bounded to my very own core; I am still me.
I will keep learning and searching to explain these pieces of me and put them together. I may or may not see the whole picture at the end, but I will understand myself and everything around me while I can. I can be trifled, I can be ashamed, I can be insecure. But as I set my principles, I can understand what I am and who I am so when I crumble, I will have a sturdy foundation left to rebuild on.
So, my dear reader, I encourage you most to find out who you are and what you are. Focus on yourself most and don't dwell in picking on other people's best and worst qualities. When you begin to learn about yourself, you respect yourself like no one else. Then no one can bring you down or use you; only you can pick yourself up.
Let them dislike my art, my drawing, my soul. While I busy myself with such enjoyments, they will wither more with every negativity they spout.
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