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βMan is fond of counting his troubles, but he does not count his joys. If he counted them up as he ought to, he would see that every lot has enough happiness provided for it.β β Fyodor Dostoevsky
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The darkness inside you,
can make you feel so small
but I see your true colors
βAnd you too have come into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled with light, and to shine.β
Mary oliver, from Evidence :poems, βwhen i am among the treesβ