"Snöflingorna Är Lika Stora Som Kyckling Bajs," - Mamma
Faith is constantly tried, as gold by fire.
The chill bites into my bones, and I shiver from the inside and out. The sun seem so very distant; its radiance cannot warm me. I taste spring in the air, and grows restless in my hibernation. But from the heavens there came snowflakes, with the size of cookies.
I am not to be defined in simple words; not by myself, nor any other. I believe it is in our nature not to be identical, even when many strives to become "common" in exchange for a cheap and shallow acceptance. Someone dear once told me, God intentionally created me to be myself for a reason, and I'd like to believe so. I'd like to believe that there's a beauty we retain as different inviduals, similarly to the beauty God gave by constructing every snowflake uniquely. Different is beautiful, perfection is dull.
The chill bites into my bones, and I shiver from the inside and out. The sun seem so very distant; its radiance cannot warm me. I taste spring in the air, and grows restless in my hibernation. But from the heavens there came snowflakes, with the size of cookies.
I am not to be defined in simple words; not by myself, nor any other. I believe it is in our nature not to be identical, even when many strives to become "common" in exchange for a cheap and shallow acceptance. Someone dear once told me, God intentionally created me to be myself for a reason, and I'd like to believe so. I'd like to believe that there's a beauty we retain as different inviduals, similarly to the beauty God gave by constructing every snowflake uniquely. Different is beautiful, perfection is dull.
