In life there are all sorts of experiences that have collateral suffering to them, usually unspoken of, but this one stands tall. Communicating yourself. Communicating yourself has an exceptional pain to it.
And find the most life in the littlest of things. And emanate genuine and unfailing love. Blessed are real things. Blessed are things that know their own hearts, even if they know nothing else in life, all their life.
And that is the one thing I know.
I've been 28 for quite a good while now. And I searched myself over and over, for whether there is anything that I can safely say I "know" now about life. And living. If one thing. Or if they should be 28 things because that sounds nicer.
Blessed are ones and things that don't draw attention to themselves. That have no urge of proving anything to anyone. Things that have color, and are recognizable. And need not to compete against other colors. Things that mean what they say. And know how they feel.