Category: feelings
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For though we build and strive and soar, And ask the world to give us more, The greatest treasure we can find, Is in the choice to just be kind. In this grand quest to be all things, It’s the greatest gift a person brings.
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These moments are the unsung heroes of our happiness. They are the quiet, steady glow that lights our way, unlike the big, flashy fireworks of success that are brilliant but fleeting. Grand achievements are wonderful, but they are destinations. Small acts of kindness are the beautiful scenery we experience along the entire journey. Why do…
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“So when the shadows lengthen and you stray, And doubt obscures the dawning of the day, Look for the glint of hope, however small— My love is in the light that touches all.”
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Sometimes, the key to forgiving someone is to remember that sometimes you’re an asshole too. This isn’t about excusing bad behavior; it’s about a reality check. Forgiveness isn’t about giving them a free pass; it’s about giving yourself a break. Holding onto a grudge is like carrying a bag of rocks everywhere you go, just…
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A river of night, yet touched by flame, Dark auburn flows, a whispered name. From crown it spills, a rich, deep hue, Where hidden fires glimmer through. Down past the shoulders, a gentle slide, A velvet curtain, where secrets hide. It dances free with every turn, A silent story, lessons learned.
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But listen close, my wild-fire dear, from sixty-four, the view is clearer now. Each mistake you make, each falling tear, is carving strength upon your brow. That impulsive flame you cannot tame, that fierce refusal to be small, will one day be the power in your name, the force that helps you conquer all.
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Across the miles, where continents softly dream, Two hearts awaken to the dawning gleam. In California, where the Pacific sighs, The morning paints its hues in western skies.
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My power is not a fortress wall; It is the courage just to call A friend and say, “I’m not okay.” It is the grace to want to stay And feel the feeling, sharp and true, Without the hazy veil of you.
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I do not watch from behind chairs, I pull one up and state my shares. I know the cadence of the lie, And I’m the reason it must die.
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I drink your sorrow, wear your dread, I mock the tear you try to hide. I know the words you leave unsaid, The brittle fortress of your pride. But all this feeling, fierce and true, Can never break my surface through.