We can't always live as if we're in full bloom. Everyone has to accept the fact that we will eventually wither. But maybe the most important thing is how we choose to face that process. Isn't enduring, continuing to live, and pushing through difficulties the most beautiful thing? I want to define beauty as continuing to live the life we've been given.
Are we living a life where we're constantly becoming unhappier, or are we, in fact, becoming more beautiful?
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