Even a half face reflects who we are; Our capacity for observation, our capacity for determination, to look at ourselves completely, even half, this is what we are and how we should love ourselves.
Complete or on the contrary incomplete, the face is a perfect reflection of the imperfect that characterizes us; It submerges sympathy, apathy, the way of being in general, but it is part of the whole in a person.
Little by little we let see what we are, what we have, what we like and dislike ourselves, it is a complete package, it is the person in its maximum expression, showing himself to the extent that he detaches himself from fears and embraces imperfections.
Even half of our face, little by little, is letting itself be observed, it is letting itself be loved by itself and by others, a face that has been happy, that has suffered, but the same face after all. Only that every day or it gets stronger or weaker, with the circumstances.
Looking at ourselves completely, we discover that despite the defects, we also maintain qualities, those that help us to get ahead, those that are also part of us and that, although not enough for many, are perfect in each of us.
Greetings friends, on the faces of the hive ...
