We admire people and wish we have the life that they live. We look at them thinking "ahh, they are the hero and the heroin. They are the main character." And we all merely a supporting character. We forget that we are not living their life. We are the main character in our story. We have our own story. We have our own life.
Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snow, Lies a seed, that with the sun's love, in the spring becomes a rose
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