People are afraid of the things they don't understand. Don't let them impose their way of thinking on you. And above all... Don't let them steal your happiness! If that's what makes you happy, pursue it!

Let me tell something... My kin may be insentient, as you proclaimed, but I have read our history. I know what we used to be afraid of. We all feared that by breaking down, we wouldn't be able to rise and thrive again. But you know what they say? It is the broken ones that always become masters at mending... It is the bird with the broken wings that sings the sweetest and most beautiful songs...

Sorrow? So that was it then? All I knew about this emotion was how it used to turn life into nightmare eons ago, just like a thorn could steal away a rose’s beauty.

Let me tell you something... My kin may be insentient, as you proclaimed, but I have read our history. I know what we used to be afraid of. We all feared that by breaking down, we wouldn't be able to rise and thrive again. But you know what they say? It is the broken ones that always become masters at mending... It is the bird with the broken wings that sings the sweetest and most beautiful songs...

At least I knew that, even though fear was the one that could keep people up for endless nights to come, still integrity and faith could make them a fine pillow.

It is the unknown we fear. The fact that we won't have anyone by our side to help us face whatever it is that generated that fear in the first place. To tell us that it is all right not to be strong and brave and indestructible all the time.

Have you ever dared to look straight into the sun? Have you ever been that valiant, to begin with? Can you recall that intense sensation? How that bright light almost blinds you, letting you see only little twinkling stars, that golden flash and nothing more?

Nobody had said that hearts were wild creatures. They only used to say our ribs were cages.

Do you remember how our mothers kept telling us that we should be proud of who we were because we’d have to live with that self every single day for the rest of our lives? How we should always be the masters of our thoughts, embrace everything, both positive and negative, but never let our judgement be clouded, still learn from ourmistakes and experiences?

Let the starlight shine upon you, let it lead you to your peace...”“Wil?” I murmured.This was the lullaby Mother used to sing to us when we were little. The song Ethereal was supposed to be singing to her firstborn daughter, back at the dawn of time.“It’s your fire that keeps you breathing and will never let you cease...