A Letter to Me: Bridgerton Style
My dearest reader,
As I write to you from this very quill, I suspect nothing but greatness from you. An undisputed sovereign of your own story. From the bustling world to the orchestra’s play – the symphony of life composed of tribulations and triumphs, threaded through regality and ambience. Kindness filled with suspense and enchanting aspirations, may you blossom to your dreams of success while blooming with each life lesson. A rough storm of adversity can ruffle your feathers, but it’s only a bit of gardening to help grow to the garden of greatness.
Balls and gowns flee thy halls, time passes, citizens speak but not one for the other – a form of conspiracy. Life of a foxtrot is something so divine that others dream. Be wary of what it may seem. Train tracks take the route, a destination of willingness and unknown. It’s the controller’s route but not necessarily your own. One must simply get off route to be pulled in the right direction, something that can’t be foreseen but simply through thaumaturgy. Bladeless words you shall speak, let that seep to others – nothing sharp. Let the sun kiss make you glow for it’s the onus of your will to let it flicker. Jewels, amulets and crowns can dress one up. Let them beam in make-pretend costumes, for we value the real star, commander in reign.
So fear not, enemies and strife will reside in life. Cookies and creams may take the pain but there are never problems in vain. Just opportunities of challenges. Strong-willed and mighty like a verdigris armor; through developed layers a captivating testament to the passage of your time. It shall be hard, but let others see what thy see. Only true people will know thy worth. Love is impeccable so hold it tight.
As the ink swims, through ramshackle times, you have faced the unknown, but through thick and thin you’ve seeped to an incorporeal presence; something so sufficient yet forgotten to conquer. Gentle reminder, you can never be prescient, but you can be proclivity for calmness.
As the air is thick and melodies forgotten, make sure thy dance floor you choose is adorned with elegance and harmony. Observe the eras long past – the stories, the triumphs and the calamitous.
I shall envision a life filled with exultant stories with panoply strength and happiness. May the inkwells of inspiration never run out and pages of life be filled with an abundance of immanent chapters. Remember, your star of regality, ambience and kindness, that in the dance of destiny, you are the ruler of your own story.
In Great Kindness,
Lady Rakstar
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- Photo by John-Mark Smith
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- Photo by Diogo Araújo
