you know the story, of two birds in love,
flying and living high just a pair of doves,
but something happened to 'em that was out of plan,
one of the doves went to look for another man
Well, this one is pretty self explanatory. One day you think you have it all, the next you're gasping for what you believe is your final breath. But really, after a while, you start to move on. You convince yourself that there were differences even if you still don't understand and either way, you gotta evolve like a pokemon and realise that it is never the end of the world. No regret, no sadness, each hurdle you tumble over is just an experience, and sometimes you realise it's not a race, its a marathon, and we all run at different speeds at different stages.
In the short term, it sucks. It sucks hard, because you look for excuses at one point. You blame yourself, you blame others, you blame them. But really, if it happens, why point blame? What is done is done and the best thing to do is to pick yourself up and fight on. It isn't about how many times you get knocked down. It's about how many times you get knocked down, and get back up.
An experience like this taught me many things.
Firstly, take shit on the chin. When life hits you, just hit back harder and stronger and even if you feel like you're losing, make em feel your punch.
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Thirdly, life is what you make of it. I realised that by making other people happy, I grew my own happiness. I found happiness in making someone else smile, and since then I live my life just trying to keep people smiling without being too overbearing.
It's nice to spread happiness, why not let it fly?
And if the other dove wants to fly away, sometimes you have to let them spread their wings and wish them the best, no matter how much you didn't want to.
