In the quiet chambers of my heart, I harbor wishes—not born of malice, but steeped in love. For you, dear soul, I wish the taste of failure—the bitter draught that humbles and reshapes.
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In the quiet chambers of my heart, I harbor wishes—not born of malice, but steeped in love. For you, dear soul, I wish the taste of failure—the bitter draught that humbles and reshapes.
Leave a CommentIn the ancient garden of Eden, Adam and Eve embarked on their journey of existence. Their mission? Multiplication—the propagation of life. Their firstborn, Cain, and…
Leave a CommentHuman life—a tapestry woven with threads of mystery, purpose, and fleeting moments. On this personal journey, I oscillate between introspection and spontaneity, like a pendulum…
Leave a CommentYour occasional cognitive dissonance may stem from how Christianity was presented to you. When you were told that you are a new creation, they were…
Leave a CommentIn the sacred realm of faith, the born-again Christian emerges as a new creation—washed in redemption’s crimson tide [2 Cor 5:17]. Purchased at an incalculable…
Leave a CommentAh, the canvas of a day stretches before you, blank and uncharted. No grand plans, just a laissez-faire attitude—like a cat sprawled in sunbeams, contemplating…
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