"Just do what you are supposed to do; procrastination leads to anxiety and the guilt of procrastination would become depression. So just do it!"
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You don't reach big cities by taking small paths.
If you want to reach a big city, choose big roads.
– Mohit Rahinj
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You don't reach big cities by taking small paths.
If you want to reach a big city, choose big roads.
– Mohit Rahinj
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Moderation in food leads to moderation in everything. February 2026.
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Weed is the devil's tool that leads your mind to confusion and emptiness
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Any poem involves three people: 1) the person who wrote it, 2) the person who speaks it, and 3) the person who reads it. To confuse the first person with the second person is to guarantee the poem won't be successful, which is why so few successful poems are being written today. The poet's goal instead should be to bring the second and third persons as close together as possible.
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A good poem is addressed to the person who reads it, not to the person who writes it. By this standard, there are practically no good poems being written today.
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Probably, after food and safe shelter, a quest for wholesome novelty is our greatest challenge in life. A lack of it, often leads to destructive behavior.
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Wisdom is a like a crown on the heads of those who have it —they wear it with caution. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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Love him that loves you. Respect him that inspires you. Follow him that leads well. Emulate him that is Godly. Encourage him that has vision. Build him that has potential. Defend him that is oppressed. Educate him that is narrow-minded. . . . And life goes on. Good luck to us all. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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No matter how fast artificial intelligence spreads, global stupidity will always be ahead of it. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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"The words dance as the reader, reads them."
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It’s like buying a classic car that’s clocked half a million miles. Still polished, sounds sweet when you start it up, but push it too hard and the engine just can’t take the strain. Looks might still turn heads, but under the bonnet, the wear and tear tells a different story.
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Fine fabric of poetry closer
the frayed edges of language, loose
threads of thought we light, to keep
from unraveling. What lasting value,
if any at all, rises in the smoke, is
sustained by memory of the lyrical
flash.
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We really are, naturally isolated from one another, whether we like it or not. No one could get inside of our heads, without damaging the Divine Product. Only God knows our hearts. God is personal to each of us... No two anything, exactly alike. At least, not from my experienced life.
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the Silence
that leads
to Nothingness...
is a Great Teacher.
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Happy is a man who reads good books.
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God Almighty - El Shaddai! All of our needs God will supply, but where He leads, I must comply; When it is Christ that I profess, His Spirit moves my soul to bless. Reason A. Poteet
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There’re no new gods to worship
No new seers to foretell the peril
No beloved to arouse true passion
No roads leading to a new haven.
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Greed leads to selfishness, it's an irradicable habit that all crafty thieves purse for the interest of their gains.
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Spinning our wheels, deeper into dirt, seems to be man's soul threads.
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The exigency of war is the causation that leads decent men to make difficult decisions they would not otherwise consider in peace.
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A gentle heart is wrapped with silken threads, let your eyes and mind dance in each moment to untie each one of those silken beautiful threads.
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You are the book, I read every day. Some times flipping through I read your moves and gestures. Some times rereads allow me to dive and decipher. Not everybody carries the ability to see all the bands emitting out of a prism named body.
Not every body carries the capability to read the prints provided by ever chirping senses. May I react or gaze through to store, depends upon my strategic core. Just one thing for you to know, I stack every book in the memory of my library.
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We are lyrics striving to be fully heard...rhythms of unseen values and times infinite yet to be expressed. No accident that much of the bible reads like poetry~ Poetry, the voice of spirit.
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Sports aren't fun anymore: there's too much competition which leads to injury, even the violence in the stadiums has gotten worse. Watch a soccer game and hear the roar of crowds for their favorite team, and should they lose the game: a battle will unfold, not admitting fair competition.
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One Road leads to tension and worry; one road leads to fear and dread. My road leads me home to tranquility, to peace, serenity and solitude.
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As every moment passes by, I feel burdened by the thought that perhaps, a lifetime is nothing. It is entirely nothing, just another breathing space created by the intertwined threads of time, and when that given time is bled dry, the space will disappear, only to become the breath of a someone that doesn't require time.
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The Eternal God, in His infinite mercy, allows us to suffer until we have realized that sin never leads to the heart's happiness.
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The younger generation are like magnets to any kind of problem. And generally, one problem leads to another. Even if it isn’t a problem, they will make it one so they can get busy trying to solve it
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