I was reading a wonderful story about how the willow and the oak trees were comparing their different aspects to one another to figure out who was the better tree. They were so unique that they decided that they were both perfect.
The way that I see life is that everyone is competing to show that they are the best and the most perfect, even if they harm themselves.
I like the poster. I am good at being me. I am good at following my own path. Every time I think about someone’s opinion of me, i stop the thought and think of something happy.