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I have been wondering how different my life would have been if I had understood from a very young age how important and incredible it is to share your gifts.
When I was young, I used to paint and share my work of art with friends and family. As I grew, I dreamt to have my own magazine to share with my schoolmates.  I used to act too and I was found on the stage of theatres. I played music and you could find me in end of the year concert. Shyness discouraged me to follow through with all of it. Now that I am older, I am coming back to painting, music, writing and acting too. I plan every day, how I can share my gifts with others. Would have had carry on early with all of it, the processes would have been worked through and easier to manage. But never mind, I have many years to go unless life wishes to take it all away too soon.
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