Life is too long to be always happy. There are moments when we fall and then there are times when we rise. But all said and done, we are the same person inside. If I have learnt something, it is this- beauty is just a myth. We all carry the torch of our splendid beauty inside our heart and mind. We know our scars, regrets, wounds, worries and trepidations. Time does not heal anything. We heal ourselves. We grow like a rose on an abandoned briar with character, integrity and determination of our own mind. This is how we live. This is how we survive.