A story of dreams and life: When thorns turn into roses

How are you all? I hope everyone is healthy and well in their respective places. In fact, in this current rush and competition, it is as easy to say 'I am fine', but it is probably as difficult to be truly good from within, right? Still, we try to be good, we look for a little light even in the midst of various disappointments.

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Before starting today's article, I would like to share a very beautiful thought with you. Today, a line suddenly came to mind. The line is— "If you know how to dream, even the thorns of life become roses."

Believe me, every time I think of this, I feel— Hey, this is our life! A very simple sentence, but its depth is much greater than the ocean. We, ordinary people, complain about so many things all day long. For example,— Today was not a good day. Why do bad things always happen? I guess my luck is bad! When we stumble on the path, we blame the bumpy road. We often regret, why are there so many thorns on my path?

But this line is saying something completely different. It teaches us that if you really have a dream in your heart, a strong desire to get something, then the thorns on that path will no longer seem like your enemies. Think about it, when we go to pluck a beautiful, gorgeous red rose from the tree, don't thorns sprout on our fingers? Of course they do. Sometimes blood also comes out. But do we pay attention to that blood? No. Our whole eyes and mind are occupied with that beautiful flower.

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Our life is just like that. When you cherish a dream in your heart, then let a thousand obstacles come in the way, let someone insult you, or you fail again and again - nothing can stop you. Rather, those hardships, those insults will seem like blessings to you one day. It seems that because of those thorns, I understood the true value of roses! Dreams create that magical power in our minds, with which even pain can be loved. Then sweat and tears become the most precious ornaments of success.

Thinking about these words, I sat down with a notebook and pen. I am no longer a great poet or writer, but I just tried to arrange these ups and downs in my mind in simple words. Today, I present to you a short poem of those 18 lines written on the pages of my diary—

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Life is a rough road,

Suddenly, it stops like the chariot of dreams.

When you walk barefoot, blood flows,
Unknown sorrows are in the darkness.

But if there is a sky in the heart,
Sufferings become the morning breeze.

The eyes that have learned to see the light of tomorrow,

All darkness seems very good to them.

When thorns pierce your feet, it doesn't hurt,
Because dreams are woven with magical words.
When flowers bloom in that blood-spilling wound,
Then you know you didn't make a mistake in dreaming.
When soil is soaked in tears, life is born,
Even in the crowd of despair, someone sings the song of survival.

Life becomes roses with every wound,
He who knows how to dream has no fear.
So dream with both eyes full, cut off the debt of the mind,
A new day will come with the help of thorns.

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I'm ending it here like today. But of course, tell me how you liked these simple words of mine and the poem in the comments section. Each of your opinions teaches me to think anew. Everyone will be very well, and yes, no matter what the situation is, never forget to dream.

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