The ironic thing about life is that you are a different person to everyone you meet. To some, you're quiet, to others, you never stop talking. Some remember you for your kindness, others for the time you walked away. You are a villain in someone's story, a hero in another's, & to some, you're just a passing thought, a name they once knew. You don't exist as one person, but as countless versions of yourself, shaped by fleeting moments and personal perceptions.
Here's what's unsettling: You will never truly know yourself the way others do. You will never hear your own laughter the way someone else does. You will never see the way your absence lingers in a room you used to fill. To yourself, you are just you. But in reality, you're a thousand different stories, none of which you will ever get to read.
The world will offer you countless reasons to harden. People will disappoint you, kindness won’t always be returned, and honesty may cost you opportunities. Staying soft-hearted doesn’t mean staying naive. Learn discernment, set boundaries, and walk away when necessary. Just don’t let what happened to you take away what’s beautiful within you.
THE HANGING TREE está sendo tocada nos protestos de Paris, França.
Quando uma saga literária fura a bolha e influência na cultura de um povo, é quando você percebe que o recado foi bem entendido.
Jogos Vorazes é sobre não aceitar o mínimo. É sobre o POVO escrever sua própria história com a sua luta. É NÃO PERMITIR SER MASSACRADO PELA MINORIA.
ELES QUEREM QUE VOCÊ ESQUEÇA
NÓS NÃO VAMOS ESQUECER