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The beautiful in life!!..

The beautiful in my life does not attract me, it simply stuns my soul in a way that makes me realise that i have one, one of a kind. It's romantic to look into a mirror and try to see with your eyes ,what you look like. It's unfamiliarily easy to touch your reflection with your fingers; your eyes, the shade of grey underneath them, your lips,with their salmon inked dried crevices, your forehead, a perfect place for a touch of red love, your uncared hairs and their long time resentment with you, your cheeks and oh my goodness, the thing they turn into when you smile, it's so undescribably imperfect, making everything insensibly beautiful!!.The face is what you see, the way you see it, is what you look like. Like the breeze of warmth a 90s evergreen love song shower, a lively moment of your parents laughing, the crazy way of irritation your siblings evolve every minute, a random call from a friend who wants to talk to you, a friend next to you who just want you to talk, a lovely admiration someone has for you, a lovely person whom you admire, a day of rain that moists the soul, a night of full moon that stirs a million dreams, an evening so lovely you just want to hug someone, may be a pillow which may actually be a pillow or even more blissful, your mom's cozy tummy😍, the pleasure of a home cooked hot meal, the shine of sweat on your skin after a run, a haircut that sets your mood, a sight of your crush that use to make your day, the way you blush when u hear a compliment but still become modest about it, the way someone just use words and simply changes the pace of your heart, and the sound of it's beat, the way we set our minds to do a lot in a day and the ways in which we fail to do every single one of them, all of it makes no sense alone, but makes a life, together. The way in which I used a lot of commas to end a sentence in this write up, is one of the ways I try to put every moment into meanings that helps me get life.A comma is not an end but at the same time helps you to begin again, the way you want. Life may not always be beautiful, but the life inside is a sight to behold and a place to be loved, deeply with commas, apostrophies,colons, emojis till one doesn't meet their sentenced stop.

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