There is a Japanese legend that says, “the face that you have now was the face of someone you once loved most in this world.” So why are looking in the mirror and hating what you see, when that was the person who used to love most in another life? Now whether you believe in past or future lives and whether you believe in legends or not, isn’t that phrase just a beautiful thought? Even just the thought that if we looked at ourselves like we would look at the person we love most in the world today, just imagine how much of a difference we would see in ourselves! So if we lived every single day imagining and picturing that our face was someone we once love, wouldn't it be like a weight off the shoulders? Even if you don't believe such a legend, then why not pretend that who we are is the person we love most in the world?
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