Bloom Like A Flower ❤️

Think of a flower, it does not think of competing with other flowers,

Does it?

No!

It just blooms🌻,

Wherever planted

So just like a flower, bloom at your own space

Celebrate what makes you different. Everyone is different, nobody is perfect.

We all have flaws in us .Let’s face it; if everyone were perfect, then the world would be an ugly place full of boredom and sheer monotony!

Embrace your uniqueness, Conformity tears the world apart. When you try to "fit in" and be the same as others around you, you are diminishing who truly you are 🤷

Preserve against all odds! Whatever you do, don't let opinions of others convince you to walk away from what you are passionate about🌈

Don't think what others might feel about you, for, nobody even cares what you do, nobody has time to think about what others do👆

And even if they do, let their opinions dictate how and what you do. Nothing can stop you, Go for it! Discover your true self ❤️

Dream big! Preserve against all odds !

Stand up for what you believe, Think of "Why" you want to achieve something,because when "why"becomes clear, "how" becomes easy

Use your life to make a difference🌈

Chance the impossible and dare to envision a better future✨

I believe,The right information at the right time is a most powerful catalyst for change🥰. I hope I made your day with this positive dosage

Would love to hear your insights in the comments ☺️

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