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You’re not perfect, but you’re beautiful. 2016-09-16 Your loneliness... Excerpt from Visual Magazine. Reads: 5673; Shares: 355. Save to my library. Share on WeChat: Visual Magazine. A heart that has been hurt can never return to its former state, no matter how much effort is put in to fix it. It’s like a new flower pot that gets broken after falling; no matter how hard one tries, it can’t be put back together. You might think it’s imperfect, but that’s exactly what makes it more beautiful. Pieces of it can form a path leading to happiness. ▼ Sow seeds of love and wait patiently for everything to grow. ▼ Gradually, it will get closer to the version of itself that exists in dreams. ▼ One morning, you’ll find that it has finally become the most beautiful version of itself. ▼ Every flower pot has a heart, and every heart has a dream. ▼ That dream doesn’t change over time, nor does it get shattered just because of one injury. ▼ In their dreams, there’s a fairy tale world of their own. ▼ Each fairy tale world is different: there might be a castle that reaches the clouds, or a cozy pumpkin house, or even a home inside a tree in the forest. The world in dreams is filled with the sounds of birds and the fragrance of flowers. There are butterflies flying around in those dreams. Turn all your love into an angel who stays by your side forever. So please forget the pain of your wounds and don’t view things with self-pity. As long as you still have the ability to love, don’t give up easily. On the journey of life, having dreams means you won’t be alone. Reborn from destruction, growing through pain—not only must we survive, but we must also become better than before. Let flowers bloom amidst the ruins in our hearts. One day, when you look back, you’ll realize that the person who was hurt was actually quite beautiful. ▼ The world is full of imperfections, just like a heart that has been hurt. Since it’s impossible to erase those scars, why not accept them and live differently? Maybe, in the next moment, you’ll meet a more beautiful version of yourself.
If it is done intentionally for the sake of art, it is not advocated. Although flower pots have no life, is the world we understand really as described by scientific data? Do flower pots really have no life? I thought of the beggars who deliberately maimed themselves to arouse sympathy.