I feared being alone until I learned to like myself.
I feared failure until I realized that I only fail when I don’t try.
I feared success until I realized that I had to try in order to be happy with myself.
I feared people’s opinions until I learned that people would have opinions about me anyway.
I feared rejection until I learned to have faith in myself.
I feared pain until I learned that it’s necessary for growth.
I feared the truth until I saw the ugliness of lies.
I feared life until I experienced its beauty.
I feared death until I realized that it’s not an end, but a beginning.
I feared my destiny until I realized that I had the power to change my life.
I feared hate until I saw that it was nothing but ignorance.
I feared ridicule until I learned how to laugh at myself.
I feared growing old until I realized that I gained wisdom every day.
I feared the future until I realized that life just kept getting better.
I feared the past until I realized that it could no longer hurt me.
I feared the dark until I saw the beauty of the starlight.
I feared the light until I learned that the truth would give me strength.
I feared change until I saw that even the most beautiful butterfly had to undergo a metamorphosis before it could fly…
Ernest Hemingway
Eso no es de Hemingway, como "Definición de hijo" no es de Saramago ni "Instantes" de Borges.
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