The scaly skin is often moulted by the snakes permitting replacement of old worn out skin, disposal of parasites and is thought to allow the snake to grow....so is when people abandon us....
The fierce fire is the cause of propulsion....so is needed for the rise of phoenix...
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Waiting is the daughter of patience, but she is also the cousin of quitting. During moments in which you are idle, you must think of what you're waiting for. If you find a loophole where your waiting has no end, gather your strength, and push forward!
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“Amidst passing trends, opt for timelessness; favor lasting impact over fleeting favor." -Aloo Denish Obiero
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'Amidst transient trends, be timeless; choose lasting legacy over temporary popularity.' -Aloo Denish Obiero
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“Hope is the whisper of possibility in the darkest of nights, igniting the flame of resilience within.” ? Aloo Denish Obiero
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Live life like the waters of
a river, it never stops flowing
because of the obstacles in
it’s path.
It adjusts, going over, under
or around continuing its
journey.
by Zyrool
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Can one be vain and hold onto his riches, assuming they last all eternity? Can one treat people inhumanly and be treated kindly? Make a distinction between the two and ponder deeply!
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If this is the hideous society we live in taken over by greed and immorality: intervene stating your rage. It's not a worthless try, some may listen and transform their conscience from evil to goodness.
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If we attempt to alter fate, we would alter our course of events. Each one of us has a predestination: a task to accomplish before life ceases to exist.
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After having lived twenty-two years in Greece, my sum of that enchanting land is this: Greece is a persecution complex wrapped in an over-inflated ego.
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Success is the achievement of creating substance where there is nothingness.
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Brain work is so exhausting...no wonder few politicians use them.
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The world can seem a hard enclosure...love bravely poking its tender heart out...sniffing the air~ before retreating.
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Poetry, of deeply beautiful, penetrating nature, is the dear voice of God attempting to reach the freshly showered ears of His wayward children~ though their hearts often remain clogged by wax.
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Crafting Words, Shaping Minds, Enhancing Creative Experiences...
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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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For one who is addicted to writing, it is life's buoyancy.
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Life echo's immortality throughout our very being each divine moment one who loves us without refrain, without judgement and with true sincerity whispers our name and finds a home in the rhythm of our beating heart.
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Music . . . is the poetry of sound, where nature and mankind create a lasting legacy.
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“Music is heard in the background. As the movement becomes sharper; the many dancers acting but as one. She is one with her secret. As the time draws near, the woman's body begins to push. With the rhythm of the music and the beat of the dancer's feet; her secret almost revealed.”
? Lisa C. Miller, Godly Inspirations For The Troubled Soul
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Although these terms may often imply some parity, their common and shared roots, may separate and turn them astray. For example, genius and wisdom both involve the intellect, yet can be sadly independent and distinct in their own way.
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Two of the saddest things in life are adults acting like children and children acting like adults.
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Easiest identifiable emotion comes from heart though relations exists in various forms. The community prefers to remain delude with easiest option available. Glamour, the most dominating illusion some how slips out of celluloid screens and transforms every single being.
Aligned with traditions and seen with respect, refurbished with values......life is much beyond.
Every life is a rhapsody deserving legacy... short yet beautiful... may we make it!
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Living Well — Dying Well
precepts of destiny
bookends of fate
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Editing, an anal attempt
— at something unintended
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Mediocre writing spawns editing — The Great Works born unchanged.
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A poem belongs to itself; its own Truth. Careful how you strike the stone's fissure distorting the light!
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When routine things
start to look typical
The typical
—becomes routine
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Nobody can inspire you without setting a goal for themselves. You must pursue your aspirations, because you are the doer of your fate.
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My winter days are spent forgetting you …
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