Bloom For Yourself

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Hi Friends!!! This is Ishaan and I am back with another post. Hope you all are doing well. So, today's post is a bit different. It has a big role in my life. So, a few years ago I read a book called "Bloom For Yourself". It was a beautiful book containing poetic writing, woven into deeper lessons on healing, growth, faith, and self-love. So, let me share with you some of the things that this book taught me.

"Something wild and beautiful happens when you start to love yourself and embrace every single piece of who you are." The author's words really motivated me. That one book helped me to see the world as a much better place. It completely changed my point of view towards life.

What I learnt, is that the secret to living a better life was 'self-love'. How can you love life or love other people, if you do not love yourself? and if you are not ready to bloom for the world (to show them who you really are) then bloom for yourself. Bloom eternally, and you shall see the world changing around you. Some of us live with the feeling, what if the world does not like the true me? Due to this question, people close themselves in a chrysalis. They have separated themselves from others, just because of this one question and the answer to this question is 'self-love'. Just forget about what the people will think. Their opinions do not matter because it is your life. So, live it however you want to. Be true to yourself. Be You. 

Embrace your personality. Embrace who you are - honestly and passionately. Don't become a version of the person you think other people want you to be. Because, when you aren't being yourself, you attract people who aren't like you; and they will pull you along a path that isn't meant for you. But, when you allow all that magic, authentic, raw energy to pour from your soul like sweet honey, you attract everything that belongs to you.

I affirm:

to fall in love with myself -

to hold all that I am

with fragile, thankful hands;

and know that I am holding a life,

a lesson, a future.

You need to accept the fact that people will judge you on every step of life. You can't always be the version of yourself that 'others' want you to be. It is your life. Not everyone will understand who you are. Preserve your 'self'. You are unique:there is no-one else like you. It is your life. Create whatever you want from it.

So, Be braver than your fears. Be stronger than your weaknesses. My God I feel too wise after writing this blog.

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I will see you in the next blog until then Be safe, Be happy, Be bright, and Be you.  

Sayonara

Check out the previous posts:

All The Difference

https://they-call-me-elf-ears.blogspot.com/2023/04/lets-talk-all-difference.html

Human Nature

https://they-call-me-elf-ears.blogspot.com/2023/03/lets-talk-human-nature.html

Changes

https://they-call-me-elf-ears.blogspot.com/2023/03/lets-talk-changes.html
 

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