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The Reality Of Live By Christen Kuikoua


Turning sixteen is not just an age, it is a way of thanksgiving because that means you have lived quite a long time on earth. And a lot of people don't get to understand how it is a privilege to live. It seems like we just woke up in this universal paradox that decided for us to be earth citizens, right? But what if I told you I believe that there is every reason for every reason?. Today Am Sixteen And tomorrow will be seventeen and later you know you are 80 years old. And just like that, The Old Mill moves slowly round. So yes, my message for you guys is to live life to the fullest. Yesterday was the time of my life and today I still have the time to accomplish and to be the best at everything I do. I believe the sky's the limit and only those that are stubborn enough will reach there. It doesn’t matter who likes me or who doesn't. What matters is the support I receive from the people who matter. Stop spending your time like I did when I was twelve, trying to receive validation from people and things that don’t matter.

You see, I love to think about life like this rope to the infinity. Where on which your life timeline and accomplishments are all represented by a knot till the end of your days? Where no one will care about who influences you and who you have become. A hundred years from now, no one will know I ever existed, so yeah, what do you want your line to say about you? What legacy do you want to live behind? Do you want to lead? Or to follow like a coward. I know I ain't no coward because if I came; it was predestined. So from now on, l live like I will die soon, not because I am planning it, but just because it’s unpredictable. Don’t care about validation. Sometimes, the best way to live long is to be selfish with yourself. At the end of the day, it is all about you, about you, and only you. I know it sounds arrogant but none love themselves more than themselves. The wind blows and passes, like people come and go, but you gotta keep that mill moving and moving and moving and moving. As long as you can, because no one can carry your own cross, just as you can.


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