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My life as a human - Entry.... Lessons learnt by an amateur realist.

Lesson #1.
Put no one on a pedestal... Not even yourself. We are all fragile entities called humans and one day we will fuck up.

Lesson #2.
You will get your heart broken.
And if you don't then you need to.
The heart needs to know loss and disappointment in order to heal and strengthen itself.
Most importantly, it needs to prepare itself for the one who deserves you most.

Lesson #3.
Your fears are little gifts wrapped up in scary packaging. They are there to teach us that we are capable of truly doing anything.

Lesson #4.
Stress is a killer. Whatever you do, don't let it get to you. Scream, laugh, cry, talk about it or dance! But whatever you do... Don't stress about it.

Lesson #5
If you're not enjoying sex.... Then you're not doing right.

Lesson #6.
Laugh as much as possible. And then laugh some more.

Lesson #7.
Dance. Who cares if you have no rhythm... Just dance dammit.

Lesson #8.
Allow music to move you. Allow it to enter your core and sway you away into a world all your own.

Lesson #9.
Take time to show love and appreciation... Especially towards yourself. Remember. We can't give to others what we don't possess within ourselves.

Lesson #10.
Be fearless.
Don't be a chickenshit.
Believe in yourself and just do it. If you get criticized, it probably means you're doing something right.

Lesson #11.
Faith is real.
Not because you can't physically touch it, doesn't mean it's not there.

Lesson #12.
Be vulnerable with the one that keeps your heart safe. You don't have to be the hero all the time.

Lesson #13.
Love. In every form and as often as possible. Because in the end... We all need love.

And last but not least,
Lesson #14.
Sing in the shower. Just because.

-Y. Salmon.

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