Die Textpassage lautet:
Count your blessings or curses, either way you amount to something.
We allow our tears to water the ground we step on as we walk through life to see how much we’ve been stepped on.
Count your flaws or your perfect moments and you will find yourself accountable to something.
Knowing present turns to past but to embrace your present and leave a mark in your past is prior cause those that follow are behind you.
We’re not equal but we add up to something to be afraid is normal but to take a peak at what lies on the other side of fear is what makes us incredible beings. We’re not perfect and we’re not born perfect but people who surround us show our perfection as we challenge their inperfections.
We’re small in the eyes of men, not because men does not know our value but because we’re eager to defend our actions that have consequences that teach us to love ourselves more.
Our presence may not fully embrace others and their ideas to define who we truly are but let us be free, free to be who we are because who we are is more than what we’ve ve been.
Ok hab es doch selbst wieder gefunden O.O