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If the harsh heat of Sun burns your bare skin, worry not.

For the same heat keeps you and everything around you alive.

If the quizzical uncertainties threaten to engulf your sanity, fret not.

For those uncertainties may be the string of hope for bleak possibilities nearing reality.

If the offensively luminous flash of light blinds every cell of your eyes, cry not.

For the luminosity might be carrying the photons bearing the message of tranquility for someone.

If the bare edge of glass mercilessly cuts open the skin around your flesh, hurt not.

For the same glass might be holding the finest wine to be poured in someone's glass.

But remember, remember this like one of your favorite childhood stories,

That when the Sun doesn't burn your skin, but brings warmth,

When the uncertainties come greet you with undying hope,

When the flash of light illuminates the darkness inside your soul,

When the edge of glass cuts your cord with the misery that bounds you,

Don't turn your back to yourself.

For the universe might not align the stars for you again.