Finding a good friend is a downright task. Keeping him is an uphill task. Losing him is a mournful task. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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The man with sight, since he sees everything, sees the fullness of life. The blind man, since he sees nothing, sees the emptiness of life. Each man is right in his own eyes. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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Lost in love with you. Love is like the wind, feeling refreshing and renewing.
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You don't need to be literate in order to read the human mind. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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Some say that dreamers are wasting their time, and to face up to reality, and not walk around blind, but dreams have no barriers, dreams have no walls, and wouldn't it be wonderful, if just one dream came true.
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In the quiet spaces between pain and grace, the heart finds its truth.
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Joy can slip like wind, but the tether of memory holds fast.
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Behind every borrowed face lies a story too quiet to tell.
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Despite daily grind, to others be kind.
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We preach kindness while closing the doors on those who ask for just a flicker of light.
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Unfortunately, even if the mind comes to understand, what went wrong with a relationship -- the heart never will.
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Storms are good winds that blow away the bad people around you. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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If one day you lose your way in someone else’s soul, you may never find a route back to your own life.
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To stay kind in a world that strips your soul is a sacred kind of madness.
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Not every hug heals, some just remind you that you’re still alone.
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"eyes give sight, but clear minds give vision"
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The fire is our speech. The wind is our voice
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In every whispered question, the soul finds room to grow.
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True learning blooms when the heart is cradled with kindness and care.
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That's how the world is crazy. Thousands of officials and people are sending their endless heartfelt condolances to one footballer recently died by accident, but no one would have taken a blind bit of notice to thousands of children shattered and died on purpose in war everyday.
That's how the world becomes psycho and insane to the best version.
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God is a habit of the mind.
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As the unstoppable, golden, morning sun journeys across the same old path across the great sky, may you find renewed strength to walk, once again, on the old path of life.
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If you can not find the reason to do good to all within yourself and around you, then remember death, for there is no better bearer of your legacy than those, beyond family, who will always smile because of you.
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As many politicians have a Machiavellian mindset, media manipulation is often used as a strategy to divert the truth, making the victim appear to be a criminal, thus, you need to have a clear mindset to avoid bias.
A perfect governance will only be achieved when a politician has nationalism in his/her heart. Only then will the needs of the citizens be prioritized. There are many public servants, but only few served with nationalistic intentions.
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The Path towards REMEMBERING is not for the weak. The entire Gaia cannot evolve when individuals cling to past patterning. Move in the direction of Authenticity. Know that you are held.
©GhairoDanielsQuotes
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There is never any hurry on the Creative Plane & there is no lack of opportunity. There is always enough for everyone. The moment you begin to hurry, you cease to be a creator & become a competitor. You drop back into old places again. Always convey to your mind the impression of increase. Inevitably the Universe will respond according to your frequency.
©GhairoDanielsQuotes
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Indeed, each of us a pixel, of the human psyche...but important enough to Christ who allowed Himself to be crucified for all, no exclusions. We may see ourselves as mere pixels, but God sees us, perhaps, as part of the Greater Body of His Christ portrait..?! Who am I to argue with the One who gave me Life, and so much living opportunity? So much power...my conglomerate able to beautify or destroy an entire world?
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I caught your kiss; it hit me in the wind; it did not miss.
It was so alive, it has its own name.
I named it love, true love, the one I feel when you are near.
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A smile like a crow,
**Truth is a very big illness**, like the wind; in the attempt to catch it, **life will be lost**.
Whereas, **a lie is caught one day or another**.
With love to all,
Jagdish Bajantri (Mahabharamnath)
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"Poetry is that craft which springs from within a wordsmith's own heart, soul, and mind." Reason A. Poteet
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