Quote by Paullina Simons

Ask yourself these three questions, Tatiana Metanova, and you will know who you are. Ask: What do believe in? What do you hope for? What do you love?


Ask yourself these three questions, Tatiana Metanova, and yo

Summary

This quote is a call to self-reflection, urging Tatiana Metanova (presumably the intended audience) to discover her true identity and sense of purpose. By asking three fundamental questions, the quote prompts Tatiana, or any individual, to delve into their values, aspirations, and attachments. "What do you believe in?" encourages examining personal beliefs and principles. "What do you hope for?" encourages exploring desires and goals for the future. Finally, "What do you love?" prompts identifying the elements, people, or activities that bring genuine joy and affection. Through introspection, the quote suggests that one can gain a deeper understanding of their true self.

By Paullina Simons
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