People will betray you.
Some closest to you will leave you.
No one will care about you.
Everything around you will change.

You will cry.
Your heart will be broken.
You will be lost at some point in
your life.
You will fail over and over again.

But then you will wake up one day
and realize that those things happens
to everyone.
And no matter what you go through,
the truth is, life must go on.
You just have to keep moving forward.
If there's a darkness, there's a light too.

How often it’s said,
“Don’t hold grudges, life’s too short”

The same sentiment will apply then why waste our time on those not worthy!

Far more Important I’d say don’t waste these mere moments we share on earth on people who have no purpose other than to use and add no value to ours!

Our traits are sincerity, love and loyalty!
Be bold as you can boast them as who you are! for they be noble qualities!
Yes you can be proud of who You are!

Hence don’t sell yourself short because people you thought to be friends, don’t hold that same moral compass!

No send them packing!
No shame in saying “ they not cut of the same cloth”
No quite the contrary be proud,
core values can’t be bought!
It’s who we are thanks to our parents ethics!

Hold that banner high!!
Never waiver!
Remember who you are !
Yes you have that option you can choose to be you!
Your best chance success’s in anything yeah!
BE REAL

Once upon a time,
there was a town by the eastern sea
where all the roads and rivers
led to the cathedral

not so long ago,
sheltered underneath the dome
we caressed the walls, the ceilings
with our hands dreched in colour,
the visions of Eden

all was right, all was well
we danced when we took rest
we sang after our feet had bled
a chorus that echoed beyond the sea

then on a fateful day
an oasis peered beyond the waves
calling us to be one with the divine,
the trees, streams and cascade
our visions of Eden

with paint still wet on our hands
the oars were held with passion
and curiosity flooded in
where once was devotion

we saw upon reaching the shore,
the trees, vines and bushes
wrapped around its inhabitants
servings of precious fruits and reveries
and them being ecstatic in constraints

so we sailed for the harbor
the one where we strayed from,
we took to the streets of our town
but the roads wouldn't lead us home.