You suppose you are the trouble
But you are the cure
You suppose that you are the lock on the door
But you are the key that opens it
It’s too bad that you want to be someone else
You don’t see your own face, your own beauty
Yet, no face is more beautiful than yours.
“It’s more about imagination than brains” — my son, age 7, Khalil in response to me saying, “DUDE! You are so smart!” when he showed me a complex freestyle Lego masterpiece he built.
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